Chapter 9
The afternoon sun shone through the windows of Kane’s bedroom, illuminating the whole area. Agitated by the cheerfulness of it all, he walked over to the other side of the room and drew the curtains. Sunlight and unusually long road trips don’t sit well with Kane. All he wanted to do after his trip was lie down in his small bed and wait for his problems to solve themselves. Like his mother used to say “Anyhow it goes, frogs must jump”. These African proverbs somehow hold the key.
Pushing his thoughts aside, he took out his red suitcase from his closet and got a handful of his stuff. As he was busy packing the essentials, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Kane Bamidele?” A woman whispered from the other side of the line. Kane could faintly hear the sound of a
