Chris sat on the white-tiled veranda of his apartment, his 6'3" frame slumped in a mixture of despair and deep thought. His chocolate-brown skin seemed to blend with the shadows, and the dark spots on his face appeared like constellations in the night sky.
He was a far cry from his former self - once slightly chubby, now worryingly skinny.
As he gazed up at the sky, his mind wandered into the realm of fantasy. He imagined himself as a powerful sorcerer, capable of transforming Nigeria into a utopia within a month. He pictured himself with a loyal clan, wielding incredible powers and commanding respect from all who crossed his path.
Just as Chris was conjuring up images of his first disciple, John's voice pierced the air.
"What's up, bro?" Chris snapped back to reality, startled by the sudden interruption.
The timing couldn't have been more ironic. Just as John was about to tap Chris on the shoulder, a loud explosion from the street transformer shook the air.
Chris jumped, his heart racing.
John raised an eyebrow. "Dude, what's wrong with you? I've been calling your name for ages. You were lost in thought, bro."
Chris let out a deep sigh. "Bro, you can't understand. Don't ever get into fantasy anime an cultivating manhwa. It's a rabbit hole, trust me."
John's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean?"
Chris shook his head. "I started watching some anime to take my mind off things, but now I'm hooked. I've created my own thinking domain - CHRIS THINK DOMAIN EXPANSION! Doom, I'm trapped in my own imagination realm."
John chuckled. "Well, at least you're entertaining yourself. But maybe take a break from the anime, yeah?"
Chris grinned wryly. Too late for that, bro. Just be a good boy and stay away from it. Trust me, your sanity will thank you. Chris looked up at John, surprised by the sudden visit. What brings you here, bro? I wasn't expecting company today.
John chuckled. I almost forgot why I came here, too. You were so lost in thought, I had to try and bring you back to reality. That was hilarious, by the way."
Chris laughed. Glad I could entertain you. But seriously, what's up?
I came to ask why you've been missing class, John said, his expression turning serious. We've got an exam coming up in two months, and I know you don't want to redo a course.
Chris sighed. "I know, bro. I've just been really sick and things haven't been going well lately. I'm trying to get back on my feet, but it's tough."
John nodded sympathetically. "I feel you, bro. But you need to take care of yourself and get back to class. You can't let your grades slip."
Chris smiled weakly. Thanks for checking on me, John. That means a lot. Want to come in and grab some cold pure water and garri?
John declined, saying, Nah, bro, I should get going. But take care of yourself, okay?
As John left, Chris watched him walk across the compound, which was wide enough to be used as a football field. The compound was a mess, with dirt and debris scattered everywhere. Chris shook his head, thinking, I really need to get my life together.
He headed back to his room, which was surprisingly well-furnished considering he was currently jobless. There was a massive 55-inch TV and a comfy three-seater couch. Chris flopped down on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Should I sell this TV to make some quick cash?" he wondered aloud. But then he thought better of it. "Nah, I need something to watch while I'm stuck in this rut."
As he lay down on his bed, Chris caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was shocked by his appearance. Omg, is this really my body?he exclaimed. I wasn't fat before, but now I'm all skinny and stuff. Should I apply to be a model?
Chris laughed at the absurdity of the idea. But as he drifted off to sleep, he found himself back in his favorite daydreaming domain.
This time, I wish I had my own system, he thought, imagining himself as a tech mogul. Or maybe Dangote will just call me and say, 'Chris, you're my long-lost son! I'm glad I finally found you.'" Chris chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all.
As he continued to daydream, Chris felt himself being transported to a strange, unfamiliar place. He closed his eyes, wondering where his imagination would take him next.
Meanwhile, outside Chris's room, the sound of loud music and laughter echoed through the compound.
The other boys in the house were getting ready for another night of football and fun. Chris smiled to himself, knowing he'd join them soon. After all, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.
And when life gives you a crazy imagination, you just roll with it.
Where was Chris transported to???
