Mami Wata.

Considering my long work experience at the Momodu's, I understand why I am the queen. Even before the house was formed, all and sundry came to the Momodu's fallow land to look for me, the tap water by the wall of the fence. Now that the house has been more than ten years already, I have watched more taps being made and watched some of them crumble. Every time the electricians and plumbers come to fix a new tap, Mrs Momudu uses me as a point of reference. "Look at that one, we have been using it long before my baby was born, and it is serving us well", she retorts. Everything went on just fine until this one tap was installed, they referred to it as shower because it had impeccable pressure compared to my old, cracked, and slow self. Soon I went from chief corner tap to being the rejected tap. I heard Mr. Momodu yell at the children to not take water from me but from the shower like I was some filth that they were better than. I could care less for their attention, I just would not be alive and watch another tap outlive me, causing a stain on my reputation. I tried to wait. I waited for the shower to crumble but it was waxing stronger as the days went by. I felt defeated until I remembered that the devil lived under the ground, the same place the plumbers fixed the pipes that transported the water to the tap. I knew I had to make a deal with the devil and I did just that. The devil asked for my soul in return, which was a small price to pay in exchange for the downfall of the shower so, I obliged. Uneventful weeks went by till one day marked the beginning of everything happening everywhere all at once.

One of Momodu's kids was found dead in the bathroom, the shower was running at the scene and as a result, was the first suspect. "Did he slip? did he drown? Was it electrocution?", the sympathizers kept asking. Just as Mrs Momodu tried to carry her dead child out, she slipped on the shower's running water and broke her neck in a non-surviving way. Mr Momodu was convinced that the house was cursed so, he and the remaining children ran as far as their legs could carry them, but not before destroying the shower and the bathroom at large. The shower was finally gone, the Momodu's learned not to trust an Angel they did not know, and just as they were leaving, they stopped by to wash their hands and legs one last time. My goodness! You can imagine the happiness that enveloped me that day. It was time to pay up to the devil as agreed, and the demolishers razed everything down including me. You know the saying about making a delusionally fair deal with the devil? I experienced that because everybody had fulfilled their part of the deal but there was one part I wasn't pre-informed about. Yes, the devil had to help me take out shower in exchange for my soul but we never agreed that I would be condemned to a hell where the shower also dwelled.