SPECIAL DELIVERY
My phone rings. It’s Kojo Kilo on the other line but it’s too early for a Kojo Kilo call. Then again, I know Kojo K ain’t the type to ring to discuss a Coronation Street or Take Me Out episode from the previous day. We have no interest. I answer and the message is as curt as can be; “Son, there are two people strolling back and forth around my area.” That’s even worse than calling to talk about Coronation Street or Take Me Out or even Total Wipeout. “So you called this early in the morning to break the exciting news about two people strolling back and forth around your area? OK.” “Yo, wake up.” I will wake up. I feel I am already up in spirit. I just need my body to replicate. Five more minutes in this duvet and my body is sure to follow... The Grandfather’s clock across the room is tick-tocking louder than usual, I seem to observe. Then it fades into the distance like it was in another dimension... It is in another dimension because I can see my g