FALSE Clairvoyance

Outside Visitors

The motorcycle taxi carrying the two firstborns of friends and its rider is rushing on a busy road. Horns from various vehicles sound amidst the speeding wind courtesy of the motion. The engine noise is too relentless one might think of silence's death in this part of the city. Koke's hair is ruffling with the gust but it can't be worse because he's occupying the last position and thus, Marion won't almost eat his overgrown curls. The feme's short hair is only being fluttered briefly and tenuously.

Momentarily, the feme turns to shout something to the lad behind her as they both laugh and grin effectively.

They sit opposite each other in an off-the-street restaurant with tall transparent glass walls that give a chance to customers to clearly see what's outside. A small white round table stands between the two young adults whilst each sips from their tea cups. They as well munch on big buns as Koke takes some moments to observe the place. It's almost full and more people are still coming into the space with orange illumination from modern glass ball wall lamps on solid cross-length strips near the top end of the wall.

“I like your life. How I wish mum had told me that I was going to meet you physically for the first time.” Fina's son sips.

“Perhaps, she wanted to surprise you but she got overwhelmed by other things. So, she forgot to remind you that I'm the chick who contacted you accidentally.”

“Mom rarely forgets. I'm now starting to think that what's happening is some sort of positivity propaganda. I've never been free.” Koke says.

“Trust me. It is nowhere near that. It is just a coincidence.”

“Wow. A virtual and physical one.”

“If nothing is impossible, then you got to accept it the way it is. The important part of it is that you're coping happily. Perhaps, you should return to Uganda permanently. In my view, Cuba or South Africa ain't doing good for your mood. Unless that's how you like it.” Marion completes.

“You're talking as if that's easy. The last time I was here, I was damn little to understand anything. Do you expect me to cope?” Koke asks.

“You're already coping.”

The dude closes his eyes and twists his mouth. “I guess I'm coping because of you. No one else.” He opens his lids.

“I think you have bias over your birthplace. C'mon, look.” She waves her hand, trying to show the guy around. “The people, the place. Everywhere looks fine. Everyone welcomes you.”

“Well, because of my appearance? I'm just assuming I was like you.”

“I'm getting bored. Let's do some moves. Yeah?” The lady suggests.

Fina's son nods with an apology which the psychic is quick to brush off, she too apologising for bringing up an uncomfortable topic that her friend doesn't deserve. Koke only stares at her with no comment prior to her insistence for them to exit the restaurant.

It is 10 a.m and she's badly late, although her job is to spy on kids' brains. She might as well be needed at her workplace 24/7 because children are weird all the time. The night period is generally calm and any concerning evening incident can be handled the following morning. Marion's humanity limits her ability of weirdo work and so she stays not at the foster home for longer than necessary.

Once at the institution, everyone welcomes them positively with surprise glints. All the folks here are looking at the half-blood walking alongside one of the employees with looks of suspicion, expectation and questions. Catherina's daughter introduces the person taking everyone's attention to the manager as a lonely family friend paying a casual visit. The ageing woman dramatically glimpses between the two, her expression surely unsure of the young woman's explanations. She offers to brush them off as sincere since she has a load to handle. The pair doesn't look threatening to the hundreds of children under her overall supervision and care.