Adoley stopped typing briefly and smiled as I narrated my ordeal. It was the first time she smiled since she came over today. Perhaps it was the exaggerated gesticulations I was making with my face and hands. Adoley was an elderly friend and a brilliant typist. You know those types of people who can type without looking at the keyboard? Not like some of us who use one finger, struggling to find the alphabets. I had invited her over to do some work for me. Personally, I think she likes coming around because of the goodies and snacks I serve her in the course of her work. Anyway, here she was typing my work as I dictated. I continued, “I remember the first time I saw a rainbow; a little girl mesmerised by the softly glowing colours. I had been standing on our porch at the University of Cape Coast Campus, contemplating whether to dance in the rain, the sensible part of my brain bringing up images of mymother, smelling of freshly baked cakes, andwatching out “My clothes clung to my skin.” It made no sense to even run. I was drenched in rainwater. I beat myself up, knowing that I should have taken my umbrella. Running to a sheltered alley, I waited for the rain to stop. Twenty minutes later, the rain died down and the skies were clear. You won’t even believe it just rained cats and dogs. Then it appeared. A rainbow. Majestically colourful. “I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of it, just like the first time I had seen one.” Dr. Christian Harry Ayisi & Victoria Constance Ayisi 8
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