Olu fidgeted to and fro at the pavement of his bungalow. A Cuban cigar between his thick lips and he had been doing this for the past forty minutes.
He heard the sound of an approaching car, looked up sharply and recognized the sound of the Beetle. He was nervous and desperate. He had been trying to call his but the line was off. He hoped it went as planned. He had not expected the resistance and smartness the couple displayed. But the strong love and affection between them was an advantage to him. He had waited for this for months and he would not let these trucks go.
The Beetle came up and stopped. Olu inhaled a thick cloud of smoke, with his thin eyes on the car. The tall man alighted. Olu wondered how best to describe him. Sometimes, he reminded him of a camel, while sometimes it a c
