SPECIAL DELIVERY II
The poor delivery man looks from one man to the other, contemplating his next move. To his relief, one of the strangers volunteers to sign for the items. And why not? He probably placed the order. The driver gets in his humongous van and speeds off leaving the contraband goods behind. His work is done and he has targets to meet. Kojo K’s eyes do not stray off the electronics for a second through it all. What am I to do in this extraordinary meeting? “Hey guys, I am here to witness you being gangstered after you gangstered someone’s credit card”? “Hey guys, can I ask why you do this”? “Hey guys, how much do make a year off of this?” “Kojo, why didn’t you refuse delivery?” My thoughts are interrupted by a loud but empty threat issued by the brother who signed for the items. “If you don’t give us our parcels, we will call for reinforcement.” I look at Kojo K before we simultaneously roar with laughter. Are these guys for real?