Evil upon evil upon evil upon evil.

They have done it again, oya come and see another wickedness, I use to tell you people that this compound is not for the weak. If you are weak in my compound you will die before your time I swear. Ee Ee Ee!. Hmm !.

See me today , After a long annoying and stressful day at my School, who are always after my life. all I wanted was to take a cold shower and relax just because of TFA 304. But as I stepped into my room, I noticed that the tap wasn’t rushing.

I turned the tap handle back and forth. ( You know that feeling , you very well see it that the water is not rushing oo! But you are still turning the pipe handle, as if the water will come.)

but nothing came out. Ahalla I was Frustrated.

“Ah-ah, which kind wahala be this one now?”

I muttered to myself.

I decided to go and fetch water from the well in the compound. The well was close to Mama Cham’s room, and everyone in the compound used it whenever the taps decided to act up. As I approached the well, the sound of Mama Cham’s small radio playing fuji music faintly in the background.

When I peep into the well, I noticed it was lower than usual. The water level had gone down significantly, leaving the walls of the well looking darker and slimier than I remembered, because on a normal day I don't like fetching water in the well.

“E be like say this well dey dry small small,”

I said to myself, shaking my head.

Still, I had no choice. I lowered the buga (iron fetcher) carefully into the well, letting it sink and fill up with water. I fetched like 3 times. I came to fetch the last one, I began pulling it up, but something felt… off. The weight was strange, heavier than it should be.

“Ah ah whatsup, Why this buga heavy like this now?”

I mumbled, struggling to lift it.

As I drew the buga out, I saw that something was lodged inside it , a dark shape wrapped in black nylon. At first glance, I thought I brought out a dirty from the well.

“Wetin be this one now?” I asked aloud, looking around nervously. (See ahalla I was tired , seeing this thing was contributing to my tiredness I swear.) The compound was quiet, except for the distant laughter of some children playing outside the gate, who obviously are provoking me too, because after this bath I wany to sleep so this their play will stop. ( I don't have their time first)

I carefully pulled the buga closer and placed it on the edge of the well. I carried the lylon, ,(ah ah! What is this one again naw) My hands was shaking, why is my hand shaking, wait first , what is this. ( Now I don't know who sent me oo! But I want to actually know what is inside , see my life bah.) I unwrapped the black nylon. Beneath it was a calabash, its surface old and worn, with strange carvings etched into its sides. ( My chest first did Damm!)

“Jesus Christ!”

I exclaimed, almost dropping the calabash. I hesitated, debating whether to open it or leave it alone. Curiosity wan kill me. Slowly, I removed the cover.

Inside the calabash were items that made me almost shouted, a dirty white singlet, I used stick to remove the singlet. See two boxers tied with red thread, a black female pant, with a menstrual pad soaked in blood.

What is this, what is this , Aahhhhhh!

( Jesus Christ, what is this father lord).

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