Prologue
The evening was cold. It held ambiguous prospects. And the chill in the air spoke neither of a second heartbreak nor true love. What if Tasha pulled off a trick and he fell for it? Is Kwame that committed? Does he have the mental strength? Well, these questions would be verified if he returned the same. These questions and similar flooded Ana’s mind, but she kept her cool. They stood a few meters away from the international departure at the Kotoka International Airport. Unmoved by pries, they had been in each other’s arms for the past ten or so minutes, relishing in a contact they had both come to love. They fitted like hand and glove. The passenger service agent had begun waving the passengers to start moving in the terminal. They pulled out of the hug in slow reluctance. The seemingly unending hug that appeared to have kindled Kwame to randy and Ana to horny, had been broken at last. They sighed simultaneously before her gaze touched his. ‘Come back into my arms when all is settled, please,’ her gaze spoke, with her arms clasped in front of her. Kwame still held onto his uninterpretable smile. The urge to take his lips for the last time before he caught his flight was so overpowering, as her uncontrollable body jerked in and out of the space that stood between them. Seconds later, when he needed to be on his way, he leaned in and touched her cheek with his lips. It was a short one. Ana closed her eyes to take in the pompous tickle that wafted from the source of contact to other parts of her. The clasp in front of her tightened even harder. Then he pulled out. ‘I will miss you, and don’t worry too much.’ If not for the fact that he held a luggage each in his hands, he would have held her cheeks to cheer her up. ‘I will be back. I will make Joe smile at us.’ Kwame said. It sounded like a promise. Ana’s tongue appeared to have failed her, as she could not bring forth any word. Her nod appeared robotic. Kwame began taking steps towards the terminal. Ana watched him leave. Those hairy pair of bolders that rocked with each step, she watched and admired, which brought some joy to her lips.
A last wave came in after he checked in, she waved back, then he entered into the side of the corridor. He was gone. Why do I always have unsteady relationships? She was tempted to say this out loud in her mild frustration. Her late husband came to mind. She turned and gaited dejectedly towards her Land Cruiser, head stooped low. As she left, she was uncertain what would happen next.