Chapter 1: The Mermaid’s Wahala

Tears still dey my eye as I remember my old life; now see as I don get fish tail, leg don vanish, waka no dey my side again. For this deep blue river, even the water dey smell small. E get that smell wey dey rise when fishermen dey drag net for riverbank, mixed with old crayfish. But wetin person go do? System say make I go bully the brooding villain wey never turn crocodile yet.

I swim reach where the villain dey, dey shake, come use my fish tail knack him face.

You this bastard.

Water ripple spread as my tail land for him cheek. Even the catfish scatter, dey peep from behind water grass. One small tilapia even run go hide for rock. For this our river, na only bold people fit survive, so I gree. The system dey disturb me: No dull! Show am say you be true pikin of your papa. No let am use you shine!

Later, the villain turn crocodile, come become oga for the four rivers.

E pin my fish tail down with crocodile claw wey dey come out from him belle, him voice deep and rough.

E never do? You want more?