All Chapters of The Illusionist : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Drip!Drop!Drip!The annoying sound of the droplets of water leaking from above filled my ears. I wanted to make it stop but then I couldn't find where it was coming from because I couldn't see anything.Everything was pitch black when I opened my eyes, I couldn't even see my hands and to think also, I didn't know where I was!. "How did I get here?" The question arose in my thoughts, "Where am I?" I asked myself again but only the echoing reverberations in my mind answered my fleeting questions.I was alone as only the sound of my breathing cou

The streets of Ikeja, Lagos were always bustling with crowds and activities but the traffic was a bit attenuated today which was unusual. Not complaining though, I took it as the heavens giving me a chance not to get on Commander Young's bad side this early.As I drove through the Express, my eyes never failed to wander and the memories never far behind. Almost at every point and part, there was a history and story to be told. I was a typical Lagosian boy, aware of the dreadful hustle and bustle way of life. I had passed through all those phases and now as I looked, my vision was through a broad spec defined by its all round experience.Was it the sight of the bus conductors, trying to fight for each pedestrian they see or was it the hawkers selling different products on the streets? I didn't know which one of them f

I had caught the attention of a few eyes with the show I had just displayed. The almost audible gasp of the now drenched woman had not gone unheard but thankfully the large spaces drowned out the sound –– such that, people from afar could not hear or realize what had just happened."I'm so sorry," I apologised immediately, just as she struggled to find something to clean off the drink spill on her clothes before it became permanent. My voice came out in a whisper so as not to drag back the eyes to us again but she wasn't even listening, she looked more concerned about the damp patch on the upper part of her clothes.It was the only distraction I could think of, it wasn't all that smart but at least it worked."What the hell is wrong with you!" She bawled in a harsh whisper before making an attempt to push past me. It was successful, but only because I had decided to move my body the exact same time she rudely

It had been ten days since the tragic event that remained packed up in our hearts and minds, refusing to let go, happened. Almost the whole of my life was built upon this career path and it wasn't even my decision from the start. I loved my job but if you had asked me that day, 10 years ago, where I saw myself in the future, my honest answer would have been, a thin line between dead and hopeless

"How are you doing?" She asked once we reached outside the church building.