I didn't see what it was. I remember screaming as it yanked my legs under the water, I fought my way to the surface screaming for my brothers.

"Jonassss!!!" They screamed back. The two of them scrambled to grab my flailing hands as I slipped away into the ocean, courtesy of the strong pull of the creature. A few of the Greek divers stationed at the beach were now sprinting in my direction. At the background, men were yanking children away from the vicinity of the water while the women squealed in different foreign languages - it was chaos in Super Paradise, Mykonos. The last thing I saw was my youngest brother passing out and the last thing I heard and picked out from the numerous squealing voices was "Oh my God! It's a whale!"

It was now pitch black and it would have been utter silence if not for the muffled, rumbling sound produced by the navigation of a whale under water. Light was in epileptic supply; the only time I was able to see what was in front of me was when the creature opened its mouth to let in smaller fishes, which I fed on most of the time. Sleep was hard to come by and there was very little to do which meant I had sufficient time to reflect on that church broadcast.

Two days ago, my mother was surfing through cable channels when I walked in. She stopped at one where a sermon was ongoing.

"The private masseuse is here," I informed her.

As soon as she left, I reached for her Greek yogurt and grabbed the remote control but before I could change channels the preacher said "there's somebody in a hotel room in a foreign country watching this broadcast right now. The Lord said I should tell you to go back to your country and confess your father's sin."

I don't know if it was a repeat broadcast, but I walked in on my mum watching the same thing the very next day. It was weird and a bit disturbing because I had eavesdropped on my parents' conversation the night before our departure.

"Are the rumours true?" My mum had asked. "Are you sending us to Greece on a whim because you and the other appeal court judges have accepted bribes from the president elect?"

Awkward silence.

"It is true, isn't it? You're trying to protect us from the backlash."

"My dear," I had heard my father say. "Everything I do, I do for you and the children."

My train of thought ends and I'm back in the belly of the whale, frightened as hell, and under no illusions as to what must be done if given another chance.

The next light I saw was very a bright and it took my squinting eyes a moment to adjust to it. A small gathering had formed at the shores of the Tarkwa Bay Beach in Lagos, where I had apparently been found, passed out.

I reached into the pocket of my combat shorts and found my water resistant iPhone. Trudging away from the crowd, I searched for Rufai Oseni's handle on Twitter.