Love and Hiplife by Nana Prah

Author:Nana Prah
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: music, contemporary romance, ghana, african authors, senegal, african romance, hiplife
Publisher: Love Africa Press

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

As they worked on the last song to be translated, Blaise’s body still hummed from the residual adrenaline from the motorcycle ride. He’d given Lamisi free reign to go where she wanted. She’d taken to the longest stretch of highway she could find. Being Sunday, the Tema Motorway had been free of the standard traffic found during the week. And then, she’d surprised him by taking the George W. Bush Highway straight to its end in Mallam.

The ride had been as exhilarating as if he’d driven the motorcycle. Her merger of speed and safety as they’d zipped along the road had set him on a natural high. Three hours of driving hadn’t seemed to be enough for her when they’d gotten back to his place and removed their helmets.

Her skin glowed, and she couldn’t seem to shake her smile. His own had been plastered on his face at having made her so happy.

The translating went smoother than planned. Their minds refreshed, they didn’t just complete the last two songs, but went over the ones from yesterday and improved them.

Blaise relaxed with his hands propped behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles.

“We work well together.”

“Yes. Well, I’m a language genius.”

He nodded. “And you have the flow. I told you.”

She hopped up, raised her arms above her head, and flexed her back with a groan.

He rotated to the left as the desire to nuzzle her exposed abdomen threatened to take over good sense.

The chair squeaked as she flopped into it. “It just hit me that I haven’t heard you sing the complete songs with the French. We’ve been doing it all piecemeal.”

His moment of embarrassment had come. “I told you that I’m not the best at pronouncing the words.”

“Not a problem. We’ll go through it line by line.”

The faith she had that he wouldn’t butcher the language bolstered him.

He pulled up the last song they’d worked on since it was fresh in his mind. For this piece, they’d decided that the chorus would be in French and would start the song. In English, the lyrics were gorgeous, and he did say so himself. He’d been thinking about the woman he’d one day fall in love with as he’d written it.

He looked into Lamisi’s dark eyes. Had he unknowingly written the song for her?

Don’t be ridiculous. He barely knew her. Although he liked everything he’d discovered so far. Mostly. Her stubbornness could be irritating, but then again, who liked everything about anyone? It would be unnatural.

Just like in his lyrics, her smile made his insides go wobbly.

Hanging out with her felt … right.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.