Chapter 1
Adedayo was fourteen when he discovered that he was magic.
Up until then, he'd lived what he reckoned to be a normal life. He was on the school football team, which he enjoyed. He was on the school debating team, which he didn't. He had his family, he had his friends, he liked dogs but was wary of cat's, he didn't like spiders, he hated rats and he ran away from wasps. All pretty normal. All pretty standard.
The magic thing happened over the course of a few weeks, when things started to come to him. Not answers, or knowledge, or insight, or anything like that - but actual things. Lamps, and bottles of water and big, heavy books. They'd fly at him as soon as he looked at them and he'd have to duck or jump back or run screaming from the room
At first, Adedayo thought he was being haunted. Then he thought that he must have annoyed an invisible man at some point. One afternoon, after a teapot had collided with his face, he covered the kitchen floor and waited for a footprint to appear.
