All Chapters of The Illusionist : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I dropped my weight onto the row of brown Windsor seats lined up outside the rooms with my head bent in agony. I wasn't physically weak but I had no strength left on the inside to go on. They had moved her body to the hospital mortuary but Tayo had refused to leave her room. Two sons' grief stricken by the loss of their mother, now I gu

NARRATOR'S POV:Somewhere in the busy streets of Ikeja, Lagos, an office story building, stood in the midst of the busy crowds and streets that never slept. The curtains of this story were opened and the top floor of the building with the large sign board written as 'THE ICS" was revealed.

LADE...    The face cap shielded my eyes from the sight of the men and women hurtling around me in congested crowds. It was the morning hours in Surulere, the clouds pregnant with silent mischief and a warm wind enveloping us as we trailed. Laden with a mix of the sweet and spicy scents of confectionery and something similar t

 "I've worked for Richard for 10 years, I idolized the man," I said trying to calm the swelling angst within me and set myself off the edge.   "Ambition overrides ethics," he replied, his gaze falling to the dial of his watch.

"You have to be wise when dealing with sly folks as such." "Are you certain of what you speak?" He asked with his hands folded behind his back.

They say it is needed to fear what is unknown than what is visible to the eye as it creeps in and destroys faster than a venomous snake. In the depths of the complexities of my mind, I hadn't known I was fast looming towards the end being led mindlessly by the hands of darkness and oblivion.The calm was over but I wasn't near ready for what

"You're taking too much time, let's take a trip down memory lane shall we and refresh yours," he said with a derisive laugh and I couldn't recognize who stood before me, it was a whole different Emeka, if at all that was actually his name."Davison Adedeji, sentenced to life imprisonment in the confines of a mental ward, charged with first de

  "Absolutely ridiculous! It can't be," I voiced,  still shell shocked at his words.

I have read many books about the realisms of the centre of a battle field and have also had major lectures and drills on it, as well as earned a few portable relics from the most heated extremities. Stored away in a metallic intricate case, were the shotgun shells that emanated from the prided weapons of Lt-Col. Odumegwu Ojukwu and the

 The first glimpse of the lowest thorny bushes were spotted and then we knew we were close. Surprisingly, we had passed the Kawuri village which still had a few inhabitants left, even though some had fled to neighbouring countries like Cameroon.    Along the line, we paused the journey to enquire more and have a litt