Within seconds, Kofi Remote surrendered, covering his ears. “Mercy! Mercy! I’ll return it!”
“Wapipi Jay Esewani?” she asked.
The bicycle began: “Oh, rusty chain of destiny…”
Wapipi stepped forward. “Give back the drum, or I’ll let Afua recite her poetry.”
Within seconds, Kofi Remote surrendered, covering his ears. “Mercy! Mercy! I’ll return it!”
“Wapipi Jay Esewani?” she asked.
The bicycle began: “Oh, rusty chain of destiny…”
Wapipi stepped forward. “Give back the drum, or I’ll let Afua recite her poetry.”