Fits

That day.

'All you need is a lot of self confidence. It takes you places you never imagined you'd be.' All knowing Aisha said. She certainly didn't lack any of that. First to volunteer to anything as long as there is a spotlight somewhere.
Me?
You'd have to bribe me to ask questions. Ok, maybe threaten to fine me. I'm no fool. My money stays with me longer than any of my friends.
My name's Elikem and here I am, walking after school with Kofi, Lawrencia and my brother, Edem. I can't forget to mention Aisha, her chatter is non stop and deafening. I've been trying to find ways to tune her out since I met her in class two.
Class one is another story. Half of my class repeated, including me. I can't say I was disappointed or anything because all my friends were in the same soup.

Presently we're walking on this narrow pedestrian side walk which is typical of Ghana roads. This pretty girl walks past us, shuffling. She's deaf, it's hard to blame her. It's still irritating; the sound. I suggest we jump over the gutter, which is neat because this isn't a city, I guess. We do.

And before our stunned eyes, this car hits the deaf girl. Nobody speaks. The driver drives right off. The sound of the hit is stamped on our minds. Passers stop to gape. One or two hail a taxi to get the bleeding unconscious girl to the nearest hospital. Another taxi chases the hit and run driver. People rain all sorts of curses and insults on the driver.
Sure we were walking on the wrong side of the road. On the pedestrian side walk. The narrow side walk.
It must be one of those Sakawa boys, looking to spill blood. Someone speculates. Another wonders what kind of witch craft this is.
We realise, after crossing the road, that a second too early and our blood would have been on the side walk. We silently walk home. Aisha is dead quiet.
Finally.