The story begins with a prologue that introduces to lovers at their old age. The man dies, but promised to take care of his part

SOULS RECONNECTED

Speakers are booming, bodies are swinging; it’s party time. The place is packed with lots of beautiful girls. Ibrahim, Vero and Papa Kwesi are also present. ‘Salifu has done a great job’, said Ibrahim. Papa Kwesi and Ibrahim went to Salifu to show their appreciation.

After talking to Salifu, Papa Kwesi went out to pick a call and Vero went to the restroom. Immediately he went out, Hajia entered. ‘What are you doing here?’ Ibrahim asked. ‘Joining the party of course’, Hajia replied smiling. ‘Who invited you here? Go home before daddy finds out that you are not home, and that I am the one behind this party’, said Ibrahim. ‘But I am the only one who knows who your friend is looking for’. Hajia replied. ‘What do you know? Hurry up and go home before you put me in trouble’, said Ibrahim. ‘I’m the only one who can help you find her, believe me’, said Hajia. ‘Hajia, what are you saying?’ Ibrahim asked. ‘Are you sure?’ Ibrahim asked. ‘Yes, she is the only one who knows’, Papa Kwesi said from behind. Hajia turned to Papa Kwesi and said, ‘Sorry for keeping you in the dark for a long time’. ‘I wasn’t in the dark; I got to know the first time we spoke on the phone, you voice betrayed you. I stopped searching since then’, said Papa Kwesi. ‘Why did you go through the trouble of organizing this party then?’ Hajia asked. ‘Well, I don’t know’, Papa Kwesi replied. Immediately, Hajia hugged Papa Kwesi affectionately. She whispered into Papa Kwesi’s left ear, ‘Thank you for your patience’. ‘What is going on here? Can any of you explain to me what is happening?’ Ibrahim asked. ‘I can’, Vero’s voice came through as she hugged Ibrahim from behind and said, ‘Take me to the dance floor’. Ibrahim was reluctant but Vero pulled him along.

‘I do love you Papa Kwesi but…’, before she could finish her statement, Papa Kwesi chipped in, ‘But what?’ ‘This is how our situation looks like: I’m at one side of the river being chased by a monster, and you, my prince charming, are at the other side of the river with a stick in your hand to kill the monster, but there is no canoe nor a skiff available for you to come to my aid’, Hajia replied. ‘Wow, does literature run through the blood of your family?’ Papa Kwesi asked. ‘What can I say? My brother is my role model’, Hajia replied. ‘That makes sense. As for your question, since I have a stick in my hand, I will call for the power of Moses and divide the river. Then, you will run as fast as you can to me. When you are safe with me on the other side, I will command the river to remerge. Then I will look into the paradise of your eyes and kiss you on the lip’, answered Papa Kwesi. ‘That is a nice dream you have’, said Hajia. ‘It’s not just a dream’, replied Papa Kwesi.

They stepped outside. ‘We both know it will be difficult for us to be together; it’s almost impossible’, said Hajia. ‘The most successful things people did, initially seemed impossible. Yes I agree that it is almost impossible, but how good will it feel when you make the impossible possible. Believe me, if we are strong together, nothing can separate us’, said Papa Kwesi. Hajia took her time to explain the entire situation to Papa Kwesi. After the explanation Papa Kwesi said, ‘All is well; do not lose hope yet’.