(set:$terra to false)\
Before you proceed with the adventure, you need to create a character named Jessica by assigning points to each of her various superpowers! Simply click `[+1]` to assign a point to that skill.
\(set:
_SP to 21, _DX to 25, _CN to 19, _FL to 20, _PC to 18, _UF to 20,
_points to 15, _rerun to (rerun:?skillBoard))\
|skillBoard>[
\(set:_plusLink to (cond:_points > 0, (link:"`[+1]`"),(hidden:)), _minusLink to (link:"`[-1]`"))\
|=
Teleportation:
Mind reading:
Invisibility:
Time travel:
Telekinesis
Lighting speed:
=|
_SP _plusLink[(set:_SP to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_SP > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_SP to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
_DX _plusLink[(set:_DX to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_DX > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_DX to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
_CN _plusLink[(set:_CN to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_CN > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_CN to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
_FL _plusLink[(set: _FL to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_FL > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_FL to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
_PC _plusLink[(set: _PC to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_PC > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_PC to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
_UF _plusLink[(set: _UF to it + 1, _points to it - 1)_rerun] (if:_UF > 0)[_minusLink[(set:_UF to it - 1, _points to it + 1)_rerun]]
|==|
Available points: (t8n:'pulse')+(t8n-time:0.4s)+(text-colour:(cond:_points > 3, white, _points > 0, yellow,red))[''_points'']]
(append:?sidebar)[(icon-fullscreen:)(icon-restart:)]
(if: visit is 1)[(set:$jerrycan to false)]\
Smothered by the [[clammy musty air ->jerry cans]] while jostling for a tiny space of her own among the disgruntled cowd gesticulating and huffing about the grounded plane at Gatwick airport, shouting at point blank range at the departure lounge officials, clamouring for food vouchers, Jessica was relieved when one staffer at last announced at the tannoy that a compensatory [[50% discount ->discount]] on the return flight for the Nigerian travelers..
Having arrived at Lagos airport, Jessica watched the squalid outsized shanty called Satellite Town with its dismal, corrugated metal rooftops, overflowing sewage, punctuated by the callousness of armed robberies and aggressive driving aiming to bypass rampant traffic jams through the rolled down window of a taxi that eventually dropped her off at the small, one-storey house of Aunty Janice, the friend of her lost best friend's mother.
[[Next-> danfoe]]
(append:?sidebar)[(icon-restart:)]
[Slumped at his office near the boats like an incongruity, he harrumphed before he growled "so you think 2000 nairas will get you a visa out of this shithole?"]
"I need a ride to[[Terra Kultura<-Tarkwa bay]] ", Interrupted Jessica.
Failing to discern that she simply passed off as a British expat, he, without the scantiest regard for his petty client, jumped up off his chair, dusted himself off, then diligently replied "I will be pleased to help you, but we first have to find the [[map<-map]] to go there, Ma'am."
(append:?sidebar)[(icon-restart:)]
$terra[
##GOOD ENDING
Hooray! You unlocked the map! You may go to Tarkwa bay now.
[[Next->Tarkwa beach]]]
(else:)[
##BAD ENDING
What? //Bad?// Yes, for you see, You need a map to go the Tarkwa Bay!]
[[Tarkwa bay<- Return to Tarkwa bay]]
(link-reveal:"''Terra Kultura''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
The map shows the Five Cowrie Creek and the flyover bridge that separates Ikoyi city from Victoria Island. There it is – Tarkway bay, marked on the map.
(set:$terra to true)
$terra[
when suddenly she found the map hidden behind a green and white book on the shelf.
]]
She was engrossed in the wall-to-ceiling windows and walls smothered in splendid Western African art, albeit not quite on par with the abstract modernist European high art she grew up consuming back in England,
[[Return to Tarkwa bay->Tarkwa bay]](set:$paraffin to false)
(text-colour:blue)[Sam and I sat on the smooth, damp sand of a deserted beach. The
turquoise surf threw up a mist that blurred the brilliant sunshine and
cast an ethereal haze around us], a fog reminiscent of of the [[fire->oil pipe]] that killed his friend Ade.
" I could still recognize him despite his charred features", he gasped, trying hard to hold back tears.
(link-reveal:"''Pick up the jerrycans''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
You should drag these two heavy jerrycans to your grandma's!
(set:$jerrycan to true)
[[Go to the jerry cans->jerry cans]]
]
$jerrycan[
The jerrycans probably weigh more than you (unless you're bulky) but at least now you can take a cool shower :p!
[[Next->Taxi scene]]
]
"O bee kruawa?", they would taunt us and cackle at our incomprehension, which is the conclusive evidence of our father suspecting that we turned alarmingly whitewashed, in turn turning into the incentive for him to return us on summer breaks to Nigeria. And as if living without the amenities we would take for granted back in England like running water, electricity and Sesame Street wasn't sufficient for our acculturation to be complete, as a warranty we also had to fetch water from the river 100 miles away from our grandmother's house.
(set:$tinubu to false)\
Sitting down on the sofa which, with its upholstery spruced up in white and blue checkered squares, looked like the only foil that salvaged the house from the dereliction permeating it, Jessica couldn't muster up her courage to put to action the plans she hatched back in England:Lagos seemed dangerous.
Finally she took a danfoe while the advice proffered by Aunt Janice was still sinking in. At mile Two, she switched vehicules to continue her journey to Lagos Island, the dowtown.
[[Next->National museum]]
(set:$terra to false)\
Knowledge is power reads the words that were inscribed under the bronze statue of the man in rags at [[Tinubu Square->Tinubu Square]] that was cordoned off by the authorities lest it be desecrated by the swarms of Nigerian hawkers in their unremitting reedy pitch to sell the miscellany of their merchandise that ranged from oranges, banana pantains to Chinese mistletoe tea and religion.
(set:$murtala to false)\
(set:$biafra to false)\
$tinubu[Good choice: you can now cotinue your journey and go to the museum and roam freely in its large grounds until you find an annex of the museum, which displays the car in which President [[Murtala->History]] Mohammed was assassinated in 1976.]
To find your way out of this feral part of Lagos island, you need to make the right destination choice.
(link-reveal:"''State house''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
As if to fend off the hordes of hawkers and yellow buses, the State House, once the abode of British colonials, bore the mark of its loftiness with a few white horses raising their front legs majestically towards the sky inscribed on its front.
[[Return to hawkers square->National museum]]]
(link-reveal:"''National museum''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
The National museum is down the racecourse.
(set:$tinubu to true)
[[Return to hawkers square->National museum]]]
$murtala[
1) Nigeria gained independence in 1960.
2) Northerner Abubakar Tafawa Balewa elected president.
3) In the Yoruba West the country’s main opposition leader was improsined on spurious treason charges. Government corruption took root.
4) General elections were held in 1965 but were sullied by boycotts and alleged fraud.
5) Igbo army officers stage a coup d'état which assassinated A.T. Balewa and overthrew the government.
6) When the Igbo military regime tried to change the country’s federal structure, a second coup was staged, led by a Ngas, General Yakubu Gowon.
7) Igbos living in the north were [[massacred->massacre]] in attacks intended to avenge the killing of Balewa. The killings fuelled a growing desire among the Igbo people to separate from Nigeria and create a nation state of their own, and in 1967, they declared the eastern region an independent state called [[Biafra->biafra]].]
8)Soon after the biafran civil war, our president, General Gowon, declared that Nigeria would return to civilian rule in four years. Accused of dragging his feet, he was overthrown in a coup led by General [[Murtala->murtala]] Mohammed in 1975.
(link-reveal:"''Murtala car''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
The car depsite the cracked windows and several holes is in better shape than the cars you see around in Lagos these days..
(set:$murtala to true)]
[[Return to history annex->History]](link-reveal:"''Sail to port''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
The sound of it compelled others to retreat, but my parents were determined to leave and forged ahead counter-intuitively, rowing through the mangrove creeks to Bonny, a federally controlled port. From there, they took a ship to Lagos, where they started a temporary new life.), which included the oil-rich Niger Delta – Nigeria’s main source of wealth. A brutal civil war ensued
(set:$biafra to true)
]
[[Return to history annex->History]]$biafra[
Congrats! You escaped the civil war.
[[Next->Okada scene]]]
(else:)[
You're stuck in the bloodshed of the Biafran war.](text-colour:blue)[These okadas, which became the prevalent means of transport due to a feckless transport system coupled with a flailing run-down infrastructure, are like the two wheeled scarecrows of Lagos streets with their hazardous speeds unsparing in their handling of pedestrians while ironically sparing all that is inanimate. Going to such lengths as severing their side view mirrors to slide their way into the traffic, the okada taxi drivers would run over you and then unrepentantly blame you for getting in their way.
As we rode away from the museum, I privately applauded my driver’s
aggression when he mounted the pavement and beeped two terrified
pedestrians out of the way. Back on the main ring road, he swerved
violently through traffic, cussing any car driver who tried to run us off
the road. My mood changed slightly when he slid close enough past the
cars to endanger my kneecaps, and the wind yanked my headscarf from
my head, tossing it far behind me. When my driver suddenly applied the
brakes, I slammed jaw-first into his back, then clawed his torso as he
lurched forward. At that moment, I could see why Nigerians are so
religious: an okada ride will have the staunchest atheist praying for
Christ’s protection.
Twenty minutes later, I boarded a danfo, which dropped me off near
Aunty Janice’s house]
[[Next->Tarkwa bay]]
$paraffin[
You successfully espaced the fire!
[[Next->Satellite Town]]
]
Ade's baby naming ceremony was due, but he couldn' afford to pay for it. As many other Nigerians consequently, he couldn't help falling upon the only resort at hand, perforating the petrolium [[pipes->fix the pipe]] and selling the oil.
You are caught in the fire that broke out after a passer by threw a lit cigarette on the spilled oil.
(link-reveal:"''Preclude the fire''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
You have to teleport to the European expat's house overlooking the water along the beach. You have to:
1) Repair the pipes.
2)Go to the shore and scoop up some sand to cover the spilled oil .
(set:$paraffin to true)
]
[[Return->oil pipe]]
It was high time she bid her escort Sam farewell and returned to Victoria Island.
Jessica waited restively for the bus to fill up at the CMS bus stop on Lagos Island.
Once at Mile Two where the traffic jam tapered off into a scattering of cars, the bus driver vigorously stepped on the accelator, so that the passengers were slammed flat back into their seats. Ignoring the desperate passengers imploring him to slow down, he raced even more fervently before abruptly stamping on the brakes, catapulting them straight into the backs of the seats in front. The last leg of the journey towards Satellite Town was equally eventful: as the danfo she took sped through the expressway, the door, which was all but unhinged, was spurting a spate of sparks as it dragged screechingly along the tarmac.
At 9 p.m., she arrived at her lost best friend's parents' friend Aunt Janice's house.
[[Next->Badagry]](set:$canoe to false)
(set:$barracoon to false)
With Mabel, Janice's daughter, Jessica decided to go on another trip to Badagry, a harbour that is deeply steeped on the one hand in history as it was both a part of
the Yoruba people’s Oyo empire and a former slave fort west of Satellite town, and on the other in geography as it lies on the Porto Novo Creek connecting Lagos to Benin.
Once at Badagry, they arrived at [[garden->barracoon]] flanked by a [[lagoon->canoe]].
$barracoon[You accidentally locked yourself and Mabel in the prison!
]
$canoe[Attapirate! You successfully crossed the lagoon to the Slave Relic Museum across the lagoon just like the salves were transported on ships out into the Atlanic in the good old days!
[[Next->Return to satellite town]]
]
(else:)[You are stuck in the lagoon!
]
(set:$crotone to false)You have to find a way to cross the lagoon and go to the Slave Relic Museum.
You can either:
(link-reveal:"''Drag the canoe''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
1) You and Mabel unlock the barracoon and then drag the canoe out.
(set:$barracoon to true)
[[Back->barracoon]]
]
(link-reveal:"''Move the canoe''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
2) You shift the position of the cannon sitting by the lagoon to the opposite side.
(set:$canoe to true)
[[Back->barracoon]]
]
It was time for Jessica to take an okada back to Badagry's motor park after spending the whole day with Mabel retracing the slaves' tortuous passage to the Atlantic from its starting point, a beach called Point of No Return. After spending a few days strolling through Prayer city in Lagos and visiting the Galleria Shopping Mall in Victoria island, it was high time for Jessica to have a rejuvenating change of scenery and visit Ibadan.
She longed to visit [[Osun-Osogbo Sacred Grove->sacred grove]]. But before she did so, she paid a visit to Ibadan University, her deceased father's alma mater, and attending a dog show, she went to Transwonderland, an amusement park.
The first ride she took was the [[Ferris Wheel->ferris wheel]], which slowly groaned into motion as she watched Ibadan's buildings undulate in front of her. Then came the Chair-O-plane, a sort of a convoluted marry-go-round with chairs attached to a tilting top. As my chair slid down the spoke and my legs dangled dangerously close to the ground, I craned my neck to see what lies beyond my feet, only to be greeted by the grin of a half a dozen buck- toothed boys forming the meagre audience watching me from below.
After being swung through the air in the Swing Ride, I bought tickets for the boys and together we rode the Dragon Roller Coaster. Having lowered our safety bars, the carriage started inching forward with a foreboding creek, which gradually grew into a rattle plunging us into the sloping precarity of the dilapidated tracks. Finally, we dismounted and the boys touched the ground as they crouched to show gratitude.
(link-reveal:"''Lessons learned''",(t8n:"dissolve"))[
he noticed a slip of paper was hidden behind the bottles. He took it out: it was a map of Italy where Crotone was encircled in red. A side note on the map said " Land at night to avoid coastguards".
he came across 4 liters of water. To avoid repeating the first mistakes of his first journey, Michael should take with him at least this amount of water to avoid being dehydrated to death as he was in his first journey when he had to ration one vat of water with his co-passengers, which left him with only one liter to partition along his 7-days long, bone-breaking journey to Lybia. As he was about to stuff the bottles into his backpack,
(set:$crotone to true)]
Stuck in Niger, Michael was roaming the streets without a penny to his name, putting up with children spitting at him and throwing stones at him. Caught by Italian coastguards, he was sent back to Lybia whence he tried to go back to Nigeria, only to find himself trapped in Niger as he was short of money. Thus distraught, he was rowing around when suddenly,
[[Back->Return to satellite town]]
$crotone[
You friend Michael has successfuly ridden the Sahara stacked with the 4 liters of water and the map thanks to your invisible stealth. You deserve to go to the scarced grove now!
[[Next->osogbo]]
]
(else:)[You can't proceed to the grove.]
[[Back->Return to satellite town]]