The sun was setting over the Niger Delta, and the sky was a deep orange. The air was still and the only sound was the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.
Adaora was standing on the beach, looking out over the water. She was wearing a white dress and a headscarf, and she had a small bag with her. She was ready for her journey.
Adaora closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the power of the ancient land around her, and she knew that she was about to embark on a journey that would take her back in time.
She opened her eyes and stepped forward. As she did, the air around her began to shimmer and the sky seemed to darken. Suddenly, she was no longer standing on the beach. Instead, she was standing in a grassy field.
The sun was setting, and the sky was a deep purple. In the distance, she could see a small village. Adaora knew that she had arrived in ancient Nigeria.
Adaora looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the land. She could hear the sound of drums in the distance, and the smell of wood smoke filled the air.
Adaora smiled. She was finally here. She was about to embark on a journey that would take her back in time, to a place where magic and mystery still existed. She was about to meet the Witch of the Niger Delta.