Chapter 14

"Okay, how can I say I'm on my way?" she asked, excited about learning his language. "Ina hanya. Now you say it," he urged her. "I... you said, okay repeat it one last time please." "Ina hanya," he repeated. "Ina hanya," she repeated awkwardly. "This is hard," she slumped her shoulders. "No, it's not. It's way easier than any language, in my opinion." "Now how do I say I love you?" she asked. "Ina sanki is what you say to a female, and Ina sanka is what you say to a male," he explained, holding her hand. "Ina sanka," she declared, smiling sheepishly.

They had been on the balcony, learning how to speak the Hausa language over some Reese's Peanut Butter Chocolate Cookie Sandwiches. Lightning lit the skies in brilliant streaks. Fog embraced every tree, every square centimetre of ground. Thunder declared itself like some rock star upon the stage. Sheets of rain r