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 grandfather about to re-set it... But wait how is that possible?

My phone rings.

It’s Kojo Kilo on the other line but it’s too early for a Kojo...oh no! 

It’s been 45 minutes since I last heard this same voice. 45 minutes never 

flew by so quick.

“Yo, wake up.”

At this point, I’m unsure if I am in a dream, if I had had a dream or if 

I’m dreaming that I’m dreaming...

“Son, there are two people strolling back and forth around my area.” Somehow, I knew he would say that before he said it. I’m fully up now.

I’m not as streetwise as Kojo K but even I knew that there was something 

wrong with the scenario. 2 strangers loitering around for 45 minutes

(plus whatever time they started loitering around) is not inconspicuous by any stretch of the imagination.

At best, they may be stalking some poor soul and at worst, they may be 

plotting a (broad) daylight robbery. But what do I know?

And according to Kojo K, the overnight body language specialist, they 

were acting suspicious. Acting suspicious how?

Anyway why would I be interested?

“Why did you call me?” Usually, I’m sensible (I think anyway) but intrigue gets the better of me. Did I say “why would I be interested?”

It is a bit of a journey but 15 minutes later I’m around the corner from where Kojo lives. Lo and behold, standing in front of 65 is a wifebeater-clad Kojo K, the two strangers and a hefty heavily-tattooed delivery man. In their midst is a massive boxed flat-screen TV and what looks like a fresh PS4. It all makes sense now.

The casually dressed double act had ordered items over the internet or suchlike and used Kojo K’s address randomly. They had been pacing back and forth to intercept the delivery man but Kojo K had been too alert. Too sharp. And I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t having any of it…
TO BE CONTINUED...