You’re something else, you know that? I had a one-episode story when I first wrote this and you drew 5 parts out of me, way to go!
So today, I present you the grand finale of this story I myself have fallen in love with. So much so that, I’ve made a voice recording of the first few paragraphs (you know I hardly do that) Even better, I’ve got an awesome surprise for you at the end of this post! Ok, enough of my brah brah brah…here’s where we left off last week;
On Saturdays, they usually gave each other space for the first half of the day; he’d play morning soccer with the boys, finish it off with squad waakye, return home to nap and work a little before meeting up with her around 4pm for an endless list of possibilities.
On this particular Saturday, whilst he was celebrating his winning goal with the softest wele, a whatsapp came through from Elsie and that’s when he noticed he’d missed two calls from her.
‘I need to dash off to London tonight. Let’s talk when you see this.”
London or Lapaz? Could it be autocorrect? Who wakes up and suddenly has to be in London? It must be some kind of a joke. Where from this? By the time he got to her house, she was nearly done packing.
“You weren’t kidding?”
“Why would I?”
“Why what’s up?”
“Something urgent, I’ll explain when I return.”
“You don’t expect me to just accept that do you?”