Chapter 1: Broom and Spirit
I don transmigrate.
Omo, na true true, I just land for another world. No be play matter at all. For here, people dey use ancient spirit language run all their juju, dey command power like say na pure water. Me wey just be normal guy, I no even get chance—dem no even allow me hear that their coded language, make I no spoil their level. Because I no sabi the language, dem just park me for corner—make I dey sweep the sect compound, dey try blend in like small lizard wey dey find where to hide for this strange world. Sometimes, na only broom and dust dey hear my wahala. Even the goats for compound dey look me like stranger.
Sometimes, as I dey sweep, I go dey hear the elders dey talk, but na like when NEPA take light for cinema—mouth dey move, but my ear no dey collect anything. Everything just dey pass me like breeze. I just dey humble, dey mind my lane, make wahala no land for my head.