Epilogue

Sounds of a loud tune was whistled, from outside over the wall and through the window to reach the small assembly, as they prepared to depart for the hospital. Naa turned her attention to look through the window. She watched as Michael passed by, whistling and singing along to himself, his enthusiasm refreshed. His face told the story of a confident fighter, armed with a secret knowledge about his opponent, who looked forward to the fight, in anticipation of what edge his knowledge would give him. It was a song Naa knew too well, a Bob Marley classic. She recited the next words quietly under her breath as Michael sang them… Singing don’t worry about a thing, 'cause every little thing is gonna be alright…