The Hug (Part I)

“Heeeey! I didn’t think you’d make it.” He wore a smile that lit up his whole face.

He reached in and gave me one of those squeezish hugs. Surprised, I took a second to relax into it. After all, this was a complete stranger I’d met on a bus. In the two weeks since we met, we’d only spoken once, and then it was to figure out the logistics of visiting his farm. And even then, it was only because a friend of mine was visiting the country and wanted to tour it. When we had met, I didn’t have any intention of visiting the farm.

But we hugged and something clicked. I knew it and I think he knew it too. For the rest of the afternoon, I was in a daze as we toured the farm. Every so often, he would pause in his narration of how the irrigation system worked, or why the Tilapia waste was a good source of fertilizer, to smile at me. I was giddy.



7 Comments Add yours

  1. Galfriend, are you going to write a romance book or what? 🙂

  2. satsumaart says:

    Tilapia waste and giddy attraction! I love it!

  3. Ewurakua says:

    I won’t lie, I came here because of the title of your blog. I was not let down.

    1. ewurabasempe says:

      Thanks Akua. I really appreciate it when people read and comment. Welcome.Are you in Accra?

      1. Ewurakua says:

        You’re welcome. I am temporarily.

  4. ewurabasempe says:

    oh? Where to next? shoot me an email if you like.

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