First Day... Er... Night in Containment Cell

"A-ha! Tired are we?" Yasmin's voice resounded as his black shoes went pitter patter in the somewhat water logged ground, droplets of water falling off the soles of the shoes.

He was pretty much the same as last time, having the visage of the form, the human Bayo respected the most.

The Yoruba history teacher, of whom he had fled his class just because he was tired of the Yoruba myths being spoken.

Only if he knew that what the teacher was saying was all true.

Only if he knew that he was going to be in that same supposed Mythological world, perhaps, he might have paid more attention to the class.

But what did that matter? It was a little too late for regrets. In fact, now, Bayo was already adjusting to the harsh conditions of Orun, learning to take things the way they ought to be taken.

By now, Bayo was pretty much aware that in the instant he slacked, he would, surely, become toast for the forces after that.

The very sense of this be