Unconsciously I took out the earplugs, and before I could think of any more mischief, my head was resting on her shoulder with both hands tightly wrapped around her left arm. Nana wasn’t finding this decision easy, but as to why she was adamantly following through with it, I could not tell. Six hours later we had arrived at our destination.
A beautiful story building like the ones we saw in the movies back home at Asempa whenever we went to watch TV at Obaa Connes movie centre. Was this going to be my new home? Maybe it won’t be that bad. In the movies these houses always had bigger and sleek TV sets; I hoped this one was not going to be an exception.
How I wished Serwaa and Afua could see this new abode of mine; Kojo would definitely pick me over all those village girls if he knew about this. Okay, the next thing to do now is to make sure Nana gives them this new info.
I am certain even in my absence this would make me talk of the town. Ohemaa ampa! “Hello, how may I help you?” A voice echoed through the device Nana vehemently pressed her right index finger on. “It is I, Ogrey,” she said back; within 3 minutes, a little boy of about 6 years old eagerly swung the little gate open, smiling from ear to ear with eyes lit up at the sight of Nana. “Nana…Nana…Nana…Nana…” he chanted as he jumped up and down with arms wide open, signalling Nana to pick him up, which she did with too much swiftness for a 79-year-old woman.
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