Mag-log inCheeto receives a distress call from a lady he knew a long time ago. Traveling to another town from his home during a political crisis puts his life in danger but he is determined to get to sweet old crush Kehlani.
view moreI begrudgingly give my money to the woman in the booking office of the bus I will be traveling on to the capital. I mean it was the last of the money I had on me. She gives me a tiny ticket with the bus plate number and my details on it. I look at it like it could magically change to my money so I could walk out of there and back to my house to prepare for the interview.I didn't think I would have run out of money this soon. And I also didn't think it would have been me buying a ticket to go see a woman I haven't seen for like two decades. Yeah, I'm outrageous and completely stupid.But for some reason I feel like I'm doing the right thing. I hope that's the case otherwise I'm so screwed. Oh well, I was born screwed.I jump into the bus and find my isle seat. I hate isle seats for a reason! There is always a fat woman with many heavy luggage walking through and they bump into you severally apologizing all the while. Then there is always some k
The voice was a woman's. Unfamiliar woman. I let out a breath I didn't know I held. I feel like a tension that had unknowingly grown in my shoulder release. Good I don't have to think about the girl next door contacting me suddenly after years. I don't think she even knew my name. The letter she wrote to me back then addressed 'friendly neighbour ' . That is not my name ."Uh, hi... Hello, sorry I just..." I realize I don't know what to say to her, " You called earlier so... " I rub my forehead in frustration.Maybe she realized it was a wrong number right after I picked. And here I am calling back without anything to say. I feel stupid now."I'm sorry I called, I just didn't know who else to call. I know it's too much to ask but I need your help. Wherever you are at now can you make it to the capital before noon tomorrow? Please? " She pleads sounding desperate.Who is she?"Uh...well I could really use a name first. ""It
"... the KASA party leader Mumbo was captured by our camera man shaking hands and laughing along with men wearing dark suits and glasses right after the rally in the metropolis stadium..." Says the news anchor of the 24/7 news broadcasting channel.I had to tune out the rest of the words. Every day it's the same thing . Politics! Why exactly are we supposed to be interested in his shaking hands with men in dark suits and glasses? Could be his body guards. News anchors these days broadcast anything whether it makes sense or not!I could still hear the woman's voice rumbling on and on as I down the contents of my glass . I look up and see the small TV high up there behind the counter. The bar tender is paying too much attention to it like he'll sit an exam tomorrow about it all.I get his attention by tugging on the little white towel over his shoulder. He looks at me his eyebrows scrunched in annoyance for a second before he schools his expre
"... the KASA party leader Mumbo was captured by our camera man shaking hands and laughing along with men wearing dark suits and glasses right after the rally in the metropolis stadium..." Says the news anchor of the 24/7 news broadcasting channel.I had to tune out the rest of the words. Every day it's the same thing . Politics! Why exactly are we supposed to be interested in his shaking hands with men in dark suits and glasses? Could be his body guards. News anchors these days broadcast anything whether it makes sense or not!I could still hear the woman's voice rumbling on and on as I down the contents of my glass . I look up and see the small TV high up there behind the counter. The bar tender is paying too much attention to it like he'll sit an exam tomorrow about it all.I get his attention by tugging on the little white towel over his shoulder. He looks at me his eyebrows scrunched in annoyance for a second before he schools his expre





