Beautiful End

On The Road

Finding Sandra.
Three days now.
Elvis:

Today marks exactly three weeks  since we left Accra and headed to an unknown location to search for Sandra.  We have been unlucky so far, no sign of her yet, and I sometimes wonder if I did the right thing by running away from home and the hospital without the knowledge of my beloved family, they would be grieving now.

Paulo looked over at me once in a while from the drivers seat and smiled at me,  full of sympathy. " You know, he said, I would have done exactly what  you are doing now or even more if I was in your shoes, I mean, I feel your pain and all., you miss her don't you?, he asked as agreed with a nod of my head. Lets be positive then, because we are going to find her. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as days and weeks of loneliness and grief hit me. I miss Sandra so much.
After this conversation, the rest of the  journey was made in silence. We stopped once or twice to have lunch or take a nap, then we continued. This went on until the fourth week and still no progress, tired and grumpy, we headed to a nearby Inn and booked a room, where we spent the night and ate dinner, which I didn't even have an appetite for.

Paulo on the other hand ate like he was a sob.  After dinner, we both went to bed after saying goodnight to ourselves.
Sleep that night was miles away from me as my detective mind thought about where they could possibly  take a kidnapped person to?.

The answer hit me immediately, outside Accra of course but where exactly, was the problem now, as I lay thinking, the sleep fairy finally granted me sleep.

Four hours later...........

The sunlight seeping through the window, made me come to  the realisation that it was already morning. I grumbled as I forced myself to get up, my head was aching real bad and my feet felt like lead.  I winced as my already sore hands connected with the bed post shooting electrifying volts of pain through me, which raked me to the core.  Holy shit, I cursed loudly, and got back in bed. I wondered how long it would take Paulo to realise I was not downstairs and he will come looking for me.

This was the second time this month since something like this had happened.

Sooner than I guessed because ten minutes later, knock, knock.   "You look like shit men, what train run you down last night?,  he asked as I watched on, gritting my teeth in pain.  He saw my discomfort and suggested we go to a hospital, but I stubbornly protested.  Firstly, my name would be on every national television, as well as every global news, knowing my family very well.
Paulo gritted his teeth in anger as he realised I was right, he went back downstairs and came back with a first aid box, we both burst out laughing as we remembered an incident with a first aid box some years ago.

Paulo had come home from college and was bleeding profusely on his thigh, claiming he got into a fight with one of the guys at college, but I knew better, I who was at his end, rushed into his kitchen to get the first aid box.
I had bandaged his tie and as we sat down glaring at each other, Paulo suddenly tried to get up, resulting in him falling on his ass. He never forgave me then as I rolled on the ground laughing for all I was worth.

Paulo and I grew up together for most part of our childhood and through to college, after which we lost contacts after I moved to Achimota because of work. I got into contact with him again one day when I met him at the mall, and that's how we have kept in contact until now.

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