It was one of the tensest moments ever, standing before the older woman’s door, unsure of themselves.
I can hear someone at the door. She thought.
Who’s there? I have a g*n. You better speak out or I’ll shoot you.
Gyebi was both scared and amused at the same time.
Why would she do that? Was it not safe to live alone anymore?
The door flipped open. Gyebi was not sure whether it was an invitation.
He tiptoed in, heard a bang and rushed outside.
Grannie! It’s us!
Who?
It’s me, Obaa Yaa, and a few friends of mine.
I asked you and you didn’t say a word.
Come in.
The three walked in and sat down.
How may I help you?
Can I offer you some water?
Grannie! I’ll do that.
No. Let me do that myself. It keeps me healthy.
Obaa Yaa went for the water, anyway
I got you, Grannie.
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