Chapter 1: The Forgotten Gods

Except for me, everybody for Naija don forget their ancestors and their gods.

Since our Naija gods stop to answer us, we don dey chop loss—hundred times straight, for everybody eye. The air for Lagos dey heavy, like when rain wan fall but sun still dey shine—everybody dey restless.

The whole Naija nation dey near total finish.

Na for this kai-kai time dem come choose me.

As dem call my name, I remember my grandma voice for night, how she go whisper Ogbo story with oil lamp dey flicker for corner. I look that monkey wey get full hairy face and mouth like when Sango dey vex—loud, no mercy, the one wey everybody dey use laugh.

I call him name, with clear voice.

Next thing—

The Great Sage land, and all the gods fall for ground before am.

Even the air change small, like when harmattan dey blow enter rainy season, every spirit just pause, dey wonder wetin fit happen next. Old women for village for their mind dey whisper, "E don reach time."