Making a home in Yoruba Land

Yo Diary! It’s your girl Windy again. Been a bit since I last wrote in you. Did you miss me all up inside you? …Sorry, that was uncalled for. Anyway, I have sorta neglected keeping up but I’ve been both busy and off-track for a while.

The off-track part came up after getting off of Mateo’s ship. Let me tell you, Ocean travel is no joke, but I realize it was all because I was on a ship with ONE other person who also wasn’t fully prepared to deal with sea monster shenanigans. Anyway, I hit the dock and immediately got hit up by the customs agent. Like, within seconds of my tiny feet fluttering above the pier, that bitch was on top of me. Started busting out every question as if she foretold my arrive type shit. I was impressed, The Kingdom of Yoruba is