I'd swim in a different ocean.

Pacific.

Atlantic.

Indian Ocean.

Arctic Ocean.

Southern Ocean.

Name it!

I have swum in all.

I've experienced their temperatures, currents, depths and waves.

I've encountered calm waters and turbulent ones.

I know the shallow and deep areas.

As a swimmer, my head is full of their different peculiarities.

But this one is totally different.

And before you say Àdùní has started with his wonranwonran, lemme share my experience.

When I first saw this ocean from afar, it wasn't as vast as the oceans I had swum in.

And that was what attracted me at first.

I moved closer.

Closer.

And closer.

Unlike every ocean I had swum in, where one would just dive in, this one had an entrance of its own.

It was like the Walls of Jericho, with a narrow pink opening that was wide enough for entry.

I was flabbergasted.

“God is wonderful,” I whispered.

Its waves had their own language.

Unlike the other oceans I had ventured into, this one conversed in whispers and rhythm as it glided.

I couldn't hold myself anymore.

My body was ready to dive.

I just wanted to explore what was beneath.

I looked right.

Looked left.

Back and front.

There was nobody.

Then I quickly removed my clothes.

And I rushed in without knocking.

I plunged into the water, and it splashed.

I began to swim.

First, the water was unfamiliar.

It had its own peculiarities.

It smelled different.

Not divine.

Not earthly.

The temperature was unfamiliar.

Not hot.

Not warm.

Not cold.

I began to explore the depth. It was endless, void of creatures.

The entrance had deceived me.

My heart started palpitating.

But I didn't care, as I was determined to see where this led to.

The deeper I went, the darker it became.

I tried to understand the pattern by trying to glide to the left.

No way.

Then to the right, hoping to find a familiar current or a passage that would make my navigation easier.

But the more I tried, the more it seemed I was struggling to keep up with the rhythm.

I was no match for the tempo.

I'd never encountered anything like this in my life.

I wanted to retreat, but no way.

I paused for a moment.

Then I realized that I had been too confident.

I should have studied the peculiarities of unfamiliar water before diving instead of being in awe.

Gosh! I'd allowed my previous experience to make me underestimate the water.

Now, I was stuck.

I couldn't go back, and the depth was endless for me to proceed.

And for the first time in my swimming career, I realised that being a swimmer doesn't make me an expert in every ocean.

@Àdùní