06/02/2026
"Lie down inside this coffin, Junior. Daddy will cover it with sand for just 3 days. When you wake up, you will vomit money for us,"
Mr. Okon whispered to his 5-year-old son, pushing him into the wooden box.
"Daddy, I am scared! It is dark inside!" Junior cried, holding onto his father's leg.
"If you don't enter, the masquerade spirit will k!ll Daddy tonight! Do you want Daddy to d!e?" Mr. Okon shouted, his eyes red and wild.
"Enter now and save daddy's life!"
HOW IT STARTED...
It all started when Mr. Okon lost his bank job.
For two years, things were hard. His wife, Mama Junior, sold her wrappers to feed the family.
Mr. Okon became desperate. He was tired of being a poor man while his mates drove big cars.
One day, he met an old school friend, Chief Badmus, who took him to a secret shrine in the thick forest of their village.
"You want to be rich like me?" Chief Badmus asked.
"Yes! I will do anything!" Mr. Okon replied.
The Baba (Native Doctor) laughed. "The spirit of wealth is hungry. It does not eat goats. It does not eat fowls."
He looked Mr. Okon in the eyes.
"Bring me the child you love the most. Bury him alive in your backyard for 3 days. On the third day, dig him up. He will be de@d, but his spirit will bring you billions."
Mr. Okon trembled. "My son? Junior?"
"Yes. Or you remain poor forever," the Baba said.
Greed entered Mr. Okon's heart. He thought of the Ferraris, the mansions, the power.
"I will do it," he whispered.
That Friday evening, he sent his wife to a night vigil in another town.
"Pray for us, my wife," he said, hugging her with a wicked smile. "God will answer us tonight."
As soon as she left, he dug a shallow grave behind the house. He bought a small white coffin.
He called Junior.
"Come, my son. Daddy wants to play a game with you. A special game that will make us rich."
He took the boy to the backyard. The hole was waiting. The coffin was open.
"Enter inside this coffin, Junior," he commanded.
Junior looked at the hol