So, her joy when Kwame came was bountiful. She was lost in his handsome features, and seductive baritone. In fact, it was love undeniable. Her smile was infinite when he begged to give her a lift. Her lips wouldn't oblige her intent to decline. So she consented.
The call came in at exactly 7:15pm. She smiled knowing it was Kwame calling to check up on her. It wasn't. The voice at the other end ricocheted with a noisy ambience, like the caller was calling from a busy road. "Is this Ayesha"? He didn't even wait for a response. He poured out the remnants of his speech like a broken gramophone. "One Kwame has been involved in an accident at ikeja. He's dead!"
The tears are back tonight. Ayesha's thoughts back-pedal to the good times they had. The movies, Kwame's resonating laughter, the smiles. And the abrupt end of it all. She sobs uncontrollably. The doctor says the child growing in her is fine. Kwame's child.