Book 3
7 years ago,
“For our next act, we shall call upon Chris the- give it up for Chris”, the host said in dialectic Yoruba known that part of the west. ‘Kirisitofa’ he pronounced in his native accent. The overexcited crowd cheered, screamed, clapped and jumped. Chris was led unto the stage blindfolded. That was part of the act.
“Chris the listener of the winds, the one that sees far beyond the limits of mere men, the one with the eyes of an eagle, the one with the speed of a serpent”, Chris muttered under his breath as he made his way past Kazeem the host who was getting off the stage. That was what Kazeem should have led with, that was what they had agreed upon.
He couldn’t tell whether his eyes were closed or opened. The blackness was all the same regardless. He let himself drift
