Head bowed on the table, with hands clasped
together Kojo smiled and let the tears flow down his cheeks freely, mumbled
some jargons and held Freds hands in his. He told him how grateful he was for
being there for him and promised him never to run again. Fred nodded silently
not fully understanding what he meant but was glad he was finally making some
decisions himself.
The lounge {5:00pm}
Sam looked at her wristwatch, clearly
disappointed on how her day turned out she wrote a note saying “thought
you would want your newspaper back. 09055317698”. She left the lounge reluctantly hoping
on hope that against all odds Kojo would find the note and return a call as
suggested. She frowned deeply when a thought crept into her mind that if he
really needs the paper as she thought he could ask a vendor instead of going
through all the stress of calling or even finding the note in the first place.
She wanted to turn back and retrieve the note but pride stopped her. She
started her car engine and thought of Segun again, she loved him but his
invincibility is a threat to their love. She hushed the tears again and refused
to cry instead turned up her stereo to full blast and sang along with the
chorus.
Kojo zoomed his bike to a halt as he watched a
stereo blasting car screech past him. He frowned a bit and noticed he did not
fit into the new crowd at the lounge, now people from their various place of
work come to hang out before they face the traffic ahead of them. Dressed in
jeans and a sweat shirt he thanked God for the gift of life and walked in
looking around for Don but his eyes suddenly saw Sam smiling at him as he
walked to the table and met no one. Realizing that his mind played a fast one
on him, he took a careful seat and called Don who apologized and asked him to
wait for some minutes.
He called a waitress and chose a menu of vegetable salad
and fries, with a juice to go along. He thought about his day and silently
thanked God again, he walked to the vendor and asked for his choice paper and
hoped time would fly. He looked
at his best part, the horoscope section and he froze as he read “second chance;
to live and to love. Go for it!” His mind flashed back to Sam, her smile, her
warmth, her fear……he could almost see her and suddenly he saw a yellow sticky
note on the table “thought you would want your
newspaper back. 09055317698”. Finally life has found him and given him
another chance, he thundered in reckless abandon picked up the note saved the
number and raced to his power bike.
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