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carloz685:
My oga... Kayo80 this is my first follow up story... You have me a reason to check nairaland every single day... Respect to your every write up.... It is an honor to read you story over and over again... Once again respect....

Thanks for this comment. I really appreciate it.

moseph:
beautiful piece. kudos

Thanks.

moseph:
still waiting patiently@kayo80

Okay. Thanks. After I finish the current story I'm writing/updating, I have another story that has just four chapters left till the end, I will finish that. After that, I will start updating this story again. That would be around the last week of this month.

Chapter 9

As he sat in the bus that was taking him out of campus, waiting for it to get filled up, he wondered why he wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be after finally getting to meet the girl. The whole thing happened so magical; from saving the reporter girl, to going viral, to his crush approaching him. All in a matter of days, but he sat there in the bus, not as excited as he thought he would be.

He wanted to blame it on the rent money issue that was on his mind, but he knew it wasn’t that. The truth was that he and Hauwa just didn’t click. Half the time they spent together, she was talking about his viral video. Even though the spent the other half getting to know each other, he was not so much interested in her any longer. He couldn’t tell if she really genuinely wanted to get to know him, or she was just excited to be next to the trending kid.

Sometimes the idea we have of someone in our heads is always much better than the person. This was the case with Sesan and Hauwa. He felt like Brendan Fraser in that old Bedazzled movie, where the actor kept getting his wishes granted, but they never turned out exactly how he wanted them to be.

When the bus finally got filled up and left the park, he pulled out his phone, went to his Gmail account and started composing a mail to his friend, Chun Lee.

..........

He met Yusuf the gate-man outside talking to a woman hawking kunu; they both seemed so genuinely attracted to each other. So simple, yet their interaction seemed so magical. Yusuf opened the gate to let him in and quickly returned to the kuku seller. Sesan smiled as walked into the compound.

He was about to open the front door when he heard argument going on inside and froze. He stood there, with his hand still on the door handle, wondering what to do next. It seemed like Mr. Ojo was having an argument with a woman. The man had told him his wife dead, so he guessed maybe it was his girlfriend or something.

He was still in front of the door, thinking of what to do when he heard footsteps approaching from inside. He quickly stepped away from the door. The lady opened the door with anger, and was startled to see someone at the other end. The shocked look on her face was quickly replaced by a forced smile. She was a chubby dark skin lady in her mid thirties, dressed formal in grey skirt suit. “Good afternoon” Sesan greeted with a slight nod of his head. She didn’t say anything, but nodded back and walked hurriedly to the gate. When she was about to step out, she turned around and walked back towards Sesan.
“You’re Sesan, right?” She asked with a cheerful look on her face now.
“Yes.” Sesan answered, and it was clear to him now that she was the magician’s daughter. They had the same smile.
She was going through her bag, mumbling some words Sesan couldn’t make out, then she pulled out a phone. “Please, can you store your number on my phone?” She asked as she handed the black android phone to him. “I’m…” She was saying then stopped to look at him for a while before going on with, “I’m Nike; I’d like to keep in touch with my Dad through you if you don’t mind.”
“No problem ma.” He said as he handed her back the phone.
“Okay. Thanks. Bye”
“Bye.”
He phone started to ring as she walked away, and she raised it up to signify she was the one calling him. It stopped ringing, and he put his phone back in his pocket before stepping into the house.

The man was seating on the couch facing the door, wearing the same brown Ankara from the last time, with a smile on his face liked he didn’t just have a heated argument with his daughter. “Great. You are right on time; I like that” He said as he looked at his wristwatch. “Sorry you had to witness that; just minor family stuff.”
Sesan sat down opposite him and pulled out his Tab from his bag. “Sir, I have made a detailed analysis of the best marketing strategies for the magic stage shows.” Sesan was saying as he kept swiping the screen of his Tab.
“Relax. We don’t have to jump into work stuff immediately.” The man said and smiled.
“Oh.”
“Tell me…yea; tell me, have you been visualizing your wish coming true?”
A smile appeared on Sesan’s face and he said, “It already happened. I mean, what I wished for has materialized.”
“It did?” The man said, with an excited looking on his face. “Wow! That was faster than I thought.”
“Yes sir. I’m a firm believer now.”
He looked at Sesan for a while before asking, “Why aren’t you as excited as I thought you would be?”
“Well…I guess that’s because the girl didn’t turn out as I had expected.”
The man sighed and sat back in his seat, looking into space as if going down memory lane. “I totally understand that feeling.” The room was quiet for a while before he added, “Sometimes we get what we want, and it doesn’t give us the feeling we thought it would.”
“Yes sir. That’s exactly how I felt.”
“That’s life. Most times we neglect the ones closest to us while chasing other people, not realizing that sometimes the ones that can give us the most joy are right there around us.”
The man looked really lost in thought now, and Sesan let him be. He must have made some mistakes on his journey through life, and Sesan didn’t want to disturb his train of thought right now.
“Let me see what you came up with.” Mr. Ojo said all of a sudden. He sat up and stretched out his hand to take the Tab from Sesan. “How is your mom?” He asked as he swiped through the tab.
“She’s fine sir.” Sesan answered. It looked like the perfect time to tell the man about their rent issue, so he blurted out, “Sir, I would like to talk to you about something.”
“Okay.” The man answered without looking up from the Tab’s screen.
“My rent at home is due in two months, and we have only been able to come up with half of…”
“How much is the full rent?” The man said, cutting Sesan off.
“It’s eight hundred thousand Naira sir, and we have just four hundred thousand right now. I was wondering if…”
“Don’t worry; remind me next week, I will give you the money.”
“Sir…I just…I was thinking you could give me seven months’ salary in advance.”
“No need for that. I will give you the money for the rent.” The man said and handed the Tab back to Sesan. “You will just consider it as a housing allowance.”
“Okay sir.” Sesan answered, perplexed.
“And, nice marketing strategies…although I don’t understand half of what I read.” He said and laughed a little. “But I trust you.”
“Thank you sir.”
“Sesan, can we call it a day? I’m not really in the mood for work today” The man said with a forced smile on his face.
“Okay sir. I totally understand.”
He got off his seat with an outstretched hand. Sesan got off his seat, shook the man’s hand and bowed his head in greeting. “See you tomorrow.” The man said.
“Okay sir.”

Chapter 8

The weekend was crazy for him. Someone eventually located his Twitter handle and made it known to the world. He started getting numerous messages; not only from girls who wanted to meet him, but from bloggers and news reporters who wanted to interview him. He had his house rent to think about, so he didn’t even pay the whole thing any attention. He wanted so badly to share his house rent predicament with his online friend, Chun Lee when they communicated, but he felt so ashamed and only shared the story about the traffic reporter girl with her. He couldn’t wait till Monday when he would be seeing Mr. Ojo again. He felt if he told the man his plight, he could help him out somehow; maybe pay him 7 months in advance.

When he had gone to Ngozi’s house for the Landlord and Tenant meeting Saturday morning, they didn’t get much time to talk as she was busy organizing things. Even in his troubled state, he noticed how much Ngozi was changing. She wore make up now, and actual female clothes. He guessed they were clothes she had bought the day before. She had on a simple white sleeveless blouse, and a black short flare skirt. As she moved around the place, he found himself staring at her upper body; her perky breasts were pronounced under the white blouse she had on. He didn’t even know she had boobs up until now. And when she was arranging some pamphlets on the organization’s chairman’s table, his eyes were drawn to her smooth and spotless long legs. He had to shake his head vigorously to get his mind out the gutter. With the problem looming in his horizon, he couldn’t believe what he was thinking of.

When she saw him off to her gate after the meeting, he could tell she knew her new look had strong effects on him. But unlike her, she didn’t say anything about it; she just smiled a knowing smile, patted him on his cheek, and called him Sesanrella before walking back to her house.

He hadn’t been this confused in his life. So much was happening in his world at the same time.

……….

When Monday finally came, he couldn’t wait till the end of classes. His last class of the day ended at noon, and he had till 3pm before he was to resume work at the magician’s home office. His job for now was to come up with marketing ideas for the actual magic shows in December. When that was sorted, they would go straight to the main job; magic.
To kill time, he decided to head out to the school’s sport center. There was always a group of people renting the place for some sort of sport competition or the other, and he always found watching sports entertaining. Also, the place was close to the gate. Sesan was a loner, but you couldn’t call him a shy kid or a nerd. After losing his best friend a couple of years back, he felt there was no use making friends when they could be taken away from you by the cruel hands of death at any time. He never wanted to feel that horrible feeling again, so he just kept to himself.

“Hello.” He heard a female voice say as he as he stepped into the sports center. He turned around with a smile and waved at a group of girls, but continued walking. He had been getting greetings from people who recognized him from the viral video all day, and never wanted to give any of them room to ask him questions, so he usually kept it moving before they could get into any discussion with him. He thought he had seen someone familiar in the group of girls, but wasn’t sure as he had only flashed them a quick glance. Then the hello came again with footsteps behind him. When he turned around, he saw her. It was his crush, Hauwa, with blue sunshades on, smiling at him; her teeth were shiny white. She had on jeans shorts and a white top with blue stripes on it. The small blue hand bag hanging from her shoulder was same color as her jeans shorts, and sunshades. “You're the guy from the Twitter viral video, right?” She asked as she took off her sunshades.
“Yea…” He responded slowly.
“Yes!” She said excitedly in her sweet sounding Hausa accent. “I knew I recognized you. We take a class together, right?”
“Yes. ECN211.”
“Yea, I remember you well now.” She said with a smile. “So…what are you doing here?”
“I…Umm. I just like to come and watch people play.”
“That’s interesting.” She looked back at her friends for a second before saying, “Can I buy you a drink or something?”
“Umm. Sure.”
“Cool.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him along like they had been friends forever. “I need to get you away from my friends; all they would want to do is take pictures.” She said as they walked between the back of the stands and a building meant for indoor spots. At the end of the building was a small kiosk with people standing around taking drinks and eating snacks. She stopped in front of the place, and turned around to face him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Hauwa.”
“I’m Sesan.” He said.
She smiled before saying, “I know your name. I also know you’ve been trying to talk to me for a while now.” He smiled at her but didn’t say anything. “Let me get you that drink. You want Coke? Pepsi? Bigi Cola?”
“Bigi Cola.” He said with the smile still on his face as he watched her walk to the kiosk.

CivilzedTyger:
Okay Sir. How do u take note of d number of words as u write

The Microsoft Word program on my laptop shows me that.

CivilzedTyger:
Nice but short. Well done Sir

Short? This was even long to me. Lol! I chose to reply so you know most of my chapters are usually very short. This is 1,200 words. The next one is going to be 800 words. This is my style and what works best for me. Everyone with his/her own style.

Chapter 7

It was dark now, and they were back in Ngozi’s car, on their phones going through the series of social media and gossip sites that Sesan was trending on. Apparently, the girl he had saved from getting hit by the police van was a popular online traffic celebrity called Gidi Girl. She reports live traffic news around different locations in Lagos. She was Live on Instagram when Sesan had saved her. Her camera quickly cut up the video, and posted that part on her Twitter page, and went viral immediately. People started calling him a hero and wanted to know his identity; girls were making remarks about his good looks and they all wanted to know if he was single or not. Even the Gidi Girl herself wanted to know if he was single. He had become sort of like a modern day Cinderella; only that in this case he was a guy and not a girl.

It was like his whole world was spinning out of control. He had never experienced anything like this in his life, and it was making him really nervous. The video was everywhere in minutes; Linda Ikeji’s blog, Instablog 9ja, Nairaland, and a host of other online places. Ngozi was busy reading Tweets about him on her phone and laughing every once in a while. He was used to her talking all the time, and seeing her this way made him even more nervous. His phone rang and caller ID showed it was his mom. He picked up and she asked if he was the one that opened the gate earlier, he said yes. He told her he was outside the house with Ngozi, and would soon come in.
After ending the call with his mom, he turned to face Ngozi and said, “Wait, so what do I do now?”
“I don’t know, Sesanrella.” She said and laughed. “Go and find your princess; or your princesses.”
He shook his head before saying, “I’m serious. This whole thing is driving me crazy.”
She laughed a little more before saying, “Don’t worry; it will die down in a few hours when there is another trend.”
“Okay.”
“Unless someone discloses your Twitter handle and girls start bombarding you with messages.”
“Hmm.”
“Why are you freaking out?” She said and laughed a bit before adding, “You could use this to your advantage.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. Just think about something. You have free publicity right now.”
“Hmm.”
“Or, you could just have fun with it. Meet up with girls.” She said and put her phone up to his face. “See, this girl says she wants a date with you. She even left an email address you can reach her own.” Sesan stared at the phone screen for a long time. The girl was more beautiful than any girl he had ever known. “You do know you are a good looking guy, right?”
He sighed, put his phone in sleep mode, and opened the car door. “I need to just shut this whole thing out of my mind for now.” He said as he got out of the car. “Umm. I heard the street Landlord meeting is at your place tomorrow?”
“Yes. I still don’t know why they don’t do that thing on the last Saturday like every other street.”
“See you tomorrow.” He said and hit the roof of her car.
“See ya.” She said and started up her car. He watched her reverse all the way to her house before he turned around and walked into his compound.

He entered the house through the front door, walked through the dark living room and was already climbing up the stairs when he noticed his mom was sitting alone in the dark. He knew something was wrong right away. He turned around, dropped his back pack on the base of the stairs and walked back into the living room. “It’s stuffy in here, mom.” He said as he walked from one corner of the room to the next, raising the heavy curtains and opening the windows. When he was done, he sat next to her on the three seater couch facing the TV and smiled; she smiled back at him but didn’t say anything. It was a full moon night, and a little streak of moonlight illuminated the room enough for them to see each other’s faces. His mom was a pretty, petite looking woman in her early forties. She could pass for someone in her twenties and people usually mistook her for his sister. She was in a white floral print gown. Her rich black hair was packed to the back in a bun, revealing all the beautiful features of her pretty face.

“What’s wrong mom?” He said in a low voice.
With a quizzical look on her face she responded with, “Nothing.”
From how weak her voice sounded, he could tell something was really wrong, but he didn’t want to probe any further, so he just sat there in the dark with her, lots of thoughts running through his mind. So much had happened in the last couple of hours, and the more he tried to shot them out, the more thy flooded his mind.
“The house rent is due in two months, Sesan.” She said and cleared her throat before adding, “I have only been able to come up with half of the money. I don’t know if I will be able to get the other half in time.”
Sesan’s brain started working immediately. The house rent for their three bedroom duplex was eight hundred thousand Naira, which meant his mom already had four hundred thousand Naira, and they needed another four hundred to complete the rent. He had never held that kind of money before, but he just had a strong belief he would be able to come up with the money. Mr. Ojo, the magician had told him his salary for the job of the magician’s assistance was going to be sixty thousand Naira a month. If he saved his next two months salary, that would be one hundred and twenty thousand bucks; he would still need to come up with two hundred and eighty thousand Naira. Ngozi had told him earlier that the total she had spent on her Black Friday shopping spree was ninety-six thousand Naira. Her parents were rich, but it would be really awkward asking them for help. His mom wouldn’t even like it.
“There is a man…” She started saying and stopped to cough before continuing with, “There is a man that can help, but I really don’t want to ask him.”
“Don’t mom. Don’t ask him; whoever he is.”
“Sesan…”
“Don’t worry mom.” He said, cutting her off. “Give me two weeks; I’ll come up with something.” Sesan quickly got off the couch, picked his bag off the floor and headed up the stairs before his mom could say anything back. Although his Dad and Mom had never told him the real reason they had separated, he had guessed one of them had cheated. His guess had always been that it was his Dad, now he was thinking maybe it was his Mom. He didn’t want to believe it, and he sure didn’t want to hear about any man.
He got into his room, flung his back pack to one corner, shut the door, and dumped his body on the bed angrily.

Horlardorjah:
amazing piece this is.
u are good at what u do. keep keeping on

Thank you.

LightQueen:
Nice one dear

Thanks.

carloz685:
Bros Kayo80 e be like say me and you go get problem ooo... Haba which kind wickedness come be this one.... The story go make sense but e no go complete... Chai na every day me dey cry for your profile.... Do me good abeg... I am an addict when it comes to reading.... Complete those making sense stories... Abeg...

Lol. I have a writing plan for this month and already have stories to complete before the end of the month... I will start the book 2 of this story in January.

carloz685:
Bros Kayo80 even if them no dey wait again for this one me I still dey check everyday... Hoping you would change your mind about this awesome story

Sorry for the delay. I will complete it before the end of the month... Or at least start updating again.

ewawumi:
Superb

Thanks.

carloz685:
Chai... Bros kayo why are you doing this to us na... I know you are busy but pls help us... Don't finish us with suspense

I will complete it next week.

Seunvense:
Had I known...




Bro Kayo80, are you going to complete this story? Or that's all

lol! Sorry. I will finally complete it next week

Interlude

If you haven't please start reading this my old story...It has three parts, and I am going to complete the third part of the story next week.

https://www.nairaland.com/3307549/me-book-1-romance-novellete

Chapter 6

Ngozi never picked him up after classes, but she had gone out to shop for Black Friday shopping, and was trying to avoid traffic by passing inner roads while going home when she had seen Sesan. As they drove home, she told him about all the great things she had bought for ridiculously cheap prices. She mentioned the name of the store, which Sesan didn’t know, and told him she even got him a pair of jeans, and three polo tops. She got herself her normal tomboy clothes too, but most of what she had gotten was feminine clothes as she said she was trying to make the transition to dressing more like a lady.

“How come you are just leaving school anyway?” She asked when the car finally got quiet.
“I…I actually had a job interview.”
“Ooh! You’re in your second year at the University and already going for job interviews? I’m jealous.”
“Well, it is not that kind of job. Not a corporate job. It’s…” He didn’t know how to tell her he was getting a job because he needed money. Their families had in the same tax bracket, till his dad left, and things got tough for him and his family. “It is sort of like a part time job.”
“Hmm. That’s interesting. So what’s the job about?”
“I’ll be a magician’s assistance.” He said.
She took a few quick glances at him before saying, “Have you suddenly developed a sense of humor or something?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“First, you tell me you have an online friend named Chun Lee. Now you are telling me you are going to be working part time as a magician’s assistant.”
Sesan couldn’t help but laugh. “It does sound funny” He said between laughs.
“Please tell me you’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. It’s for real.”
“So…you got a job as a magician’s assistant? Like a real magician?”
“Yes.”
“Like a local magician, or the type that pulls rabbits out of hats?”
“The latter.”
“Hmm. It’s still really strange to me.”
“Yea. It’s not like it is every day you hear of a stage magician in Nigeria.”
“Yea; and wait, aren’t magician’s assistants always beautiful girls in skimpy clothes?”
“Yea, that’s for distraction. He would still have those girls, but I will be like someone that can perform his tricks even if he isn’t around.”
“Hmm. So you are going to go into the dark arts now?”
“What? No. In the end, they are all tricks; nothing real about the magic we will be performing.”
“Nothing at all?”
“Nothing.” He said and the car went quiet for a while as he remembered his visualization session. Just thinking of it made him feel joyous.
“Why are you smiling?” She asked with a quizzical look on her face.
“What? Nothing.”
“Come on, tell me. I know there is something else you are not telling me.”
“Well, okay, the man taught me something else. He taught me how to get whatever I want.”
“How?”
“By the use of visualization; the use of my imagination.”
“That’s that law of attraction shiit, right?”
“What?”
“Law of attraction…The Secret, Think and Grow Rich, Power of Your Subconscious Mind and all those books are based on that theory.”
“You mean you know about that stuff?”
“The more shocking thing is that you don’t know about it. I doubt all those stuff work anyway.”
“I believe it works. The man is too old to be lying.”
“Hmm. So the magician is an old man? That makes your story creepier.” She said and Sesan went quiet. She could see he wasn’t feeling her vibe and she didn’t want to offend her only friend, so she switched mood. “Tell me more. Tell me how he instructed you on how to use your imagination to get what you want.”
He looked at her to be sure she was serious before saying, “Okay.”


……….


Sesan spent the remaining trip back home explaining the process of visualization to her, and they even spent some more time parked outside his house as she asked him some further questions. He finally got out, said bye, and she revered the car all the way to her house. They lived on the same street, just a few houses apart.

He pulled out his phone as he walked into his compound and was surprised to see he had 32 missed calls and 4 text messages. His heart skipped a bit. This was similar to what had happened when Ngozi’s brother had died a few years ago. With shaky hands, he clicked on the missed calls, and saw they were from a lot of different people; his friends from school, his cousins, and one was from his mom. He was about to check out the messages when he heard a car come to a screeching halt outside and someone get out in a hurry. He walked back towards the gate and was surprised to see Ngozi approaching with a shocked look on her face. “Dude, you’re trending.” She said out of breath as she passed him her phone. He collected the phone from her and searched her eyes for answers. “Look at the phone.”
Sesan looked at her phone screen and cursed under his breath, “What tha…”

I'm going to be busy tomorrow, and decided to post today.

Chapter 5

It was already getting dark by the time he left the man’s home office. After talking about what he would be doing as a magician’s assistance, the man had prompted him to start his visualization session right there in his house. It was supposed to be a ten minute session, but Sesan had stretched it to twenty minutes. Just as the man had instructed, he had imagined himself spending time, laughing and talking to his crush, Huawa. To make the visualization session feel real, he made use of his sense of sight, touch, sound, and even his sense of smell…perceiving how he thought she would smell; like a garden full of roses. At the end of the session, the whole thing felt so real that he felt like he already knew her. Sesan couldn’t wait to get home to practice his new exercise again.

When he got to the Hebert Macaulay road junction from the University road in Akoka, the traffic was crazy; everywhere was blocked. He stood at the bus stop weighing his options. He knew there was no way he was getting a bus any time soon, so he started looking out for bikes. His eye caught a petite looking lady in blue jeans and a white body hugging long sleeve top at the T junction to his left. She was some sort of reporter, but her camera guy was a teen in skinny jeans and roller skates, holding up an iPhone to record her. Sesan looked down at her feet and saw she was also in roller skates. She started moving here and there while talking, and her camera guy followed her around. He had a better look of her and saw she was actually a young girl, about his age.

He heard sirens in the distant and cars started making way for an incoming convoy of police vans. It amazed him how a way was made for them even as jam parked the road was. The girl kept skating backwards, and talking to the camera; she was so engrossed in what she was doing and didn’t know an incoming convoy was approaching. When she did notice, she froze. Without a second to think, Sesan leaped into action; snatching her petite body out of the way in time to prevent the black Hilux van from hitting her. He turned around swiftly, hitting his backpack hard on the passenger’s side glass of an old, red Mercedes Benz 200; protecting the girl from hitting the car face first. He could feel her warm breath on his face and her heart beating fast on his chest; she was in shock. “Are you okay?” Sesan asked and she nodded, still looking shocked. He slowly let go of his hold on her, and when her knees buckled, he held her up again. By this time, a crowd had already gathered around them, wailing and talking about how lucky the girl was. Her camera guy came to her side, thanked Sesan, held the girl’s hand, and skated out of the scene with her. Sesan quickly crossed back to the side of the road he had been earlier and kept walking, heading back towards the Magician’s house. He was disoriented himself, and also didn’t want to be around the crowd that had just gathered.

He crossed to the other side of the road that lead back to his University, and hadn’t walked far when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He looked up, shocked as the blue Renault Megane veered off the road and parked a few meters in front of him. She stepped out of the car, wearing black jeans, a white polo top, and a black baseball cap. She turned the cap to the back, folded her arms, and leaned on the car, with a big grin on her face. He smiled and shook his head as he approached her.

To the mods in Literature section, I want to understand if I have done something wrong. Maybe I broke a rule or offended someone. I noticed that my stories no longer make front page. My last 4 stories on here haven't made front page. The exposure I get from my stories hitting front page have helped with my career in the past, but things have really slowed down.

Anyway, to the readers of this story, I will post an update tomorrow.

Chapter 4

“I’m a magician?” Sesan asked, looking puzzled. Even though he had told the man his name on the phone, he also found it strange that the man had called him by his full name.
“Yes. You are magician. I’m a magician. Your mom is a magician. Even Yusuf, the man that opened the gate for you is a magician.”
Sesan had a confused look on his face now. “Sir, I don’t understand.”
“The real magic is in you, me, and every human being alive, but we don’t harness it.” Sesan still had a lost look on his face and the man continued with, “We have the magical powers to attract whatever we focus on. What we think and feel, we attract. If that isn’t magic, then what is?”
“I think I have read that somewhere before, but sir can you explain better?”
He smiled before saying, “Proverbs 23 verse 7…As a man thinketh in his heart so is he.” He let that sink in before saying, “Luke 17, verse 20…The kingdom of God is within you.”
“Hmm!”
“Everything you want is within you in the imaginary world, and when you focus on it long enough, it materializes in the physical world.”
Although this wasn’t what he had in mind when the man told him he was a magician, the whole thing was quite interesting to him and he wanted to know more. “Sir, if this theory is true, why don’t I get most of the things I think about?”
“That’s because you are thinking from a place of lack, and lack of whatever you are thinking of is what you continue to get. But when, in your imaginative state, you think and believe you already have what you want, and persist in that thought, you can get anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Anything; I don’t care how big or unbelievable. It doesn’t even matter whether it is a stupid thing; if it makes sense to you, and fills your being, you will attract it.”
“Hmm!”
“Let’s put it to the test. What has been on your mind the most the last couple of days?”
“Umm.” He was saying then stopped to smile shyly. “Well, since you said anything, there is this girl in school I like.”
“Oh. That’s nice.” The man said with a smile and sat up in his seat. “A girl; this will be a piece of cake because love speeds up the process.”
“But…I have been thinking of the girl for a while, and haven’t gotten her.”
“That’s because you have been thinking and seeing yourself without the girl, and that is the reality you will keep having; a reality without the girl.”
“So…”
“What you have to do from now on is to imagine yourself with the girl; walking around with her, laughing and talking to her, spending time with her.”
“Okay.”
“Do this for ten minutes twice a day. Find a place where you won’t be disturbed, close your eyes and imagine spending time with her.”
“That’s all?”
“Yes. And don’t do anything other than the visualization exercises. The universe will work the magic.”
“Hmm.”
“And one more thing; don’t think of, but think from.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When you close your eyes to visualize, don’t imagine yourself looking at you and the girl spending time together. You have to visualize yourself as the ‘you’ in your imagination. You have to think from. You get?” Sesan till looked lost and the man added, “Imagine yourself in the format of a virtual reality video game where you are looking at the game world from the eyes of the main character, and not from your viewing eye.”
“Oh! I think I get it now.” Sesan said with a smile, wondering how the old man knew about modern video games.
“Yes. Thank God.” He said and laughed. “My grandson plays all those shooting games a lot.”
“Wow! This would really be interesting if it works.”
“Remember, you don’t do anything other than what I told you. You can’t assist the universe in doing its work, just like you can’t assist gravity in doing its work. Do your part, and everything will happen automatically.”
“Hmm.”
“Yes. Now, let’s get back to work related talk.”
Sesan smiled and said, “Okay sir.”