<p style="text-align: center; ">❤️ Love at First Sight</p><p><br/></p><p><em>A love story born under African skies</em></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>It was just past 5 p.m. at the Kwame Nkrumah Circle bus terminal in Accra. The sun was beginning to drop, casting golden light over the city, turning busy streets into glowing rivers of dust and movement.</p><p><br/></p><p>Kwesi, a young documentary photographer, leaned against his bag near the ticket counter. He was on his way to Cape Coast to shoot a local fishing festival. Tired, sweaty, and a little impatient — the bus was delayed — he had been scanning the crowd through his camera lens to kill time.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then, he saw her.</p><p><br/></p><p>She moved like she belonged everywhere. Headscarf tied in a bold Kente pattern. A stack of books in one arm. She wasn't trying to catch anyone’s eye. She was simply present — calm in a place full of noise and motion.</p><p><br/></p><p>Kwesi lowered his camera. He had no idea who she was, but he knew one thing instantly:</p><p><br/></p><p>He had to speak to her.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>She sat on a wooden bench, humming softly to herself as she flipped through a novel — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. A strand of hair escaped her scarf, curling near her cheek. She noticed him looking, smiled slightly, and said, without missing a beat:</p><p><br/></p><p>“You’ll lose the light soon if you don’t take the shot.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Kwesi grinned, caught off guard.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Then maybe I should take the shot now,” he replied, lifting his camera toward her, asking with just his eyes.</p><p><br/></p><p>She nodded. Just once.</p><p><br/></p><p>Click.</p><p><br/></p><p>That moment — golden hour, book in hand, gentle smile — became one of his best photos. But what came next was better.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Her name was Ama, a teacher from Kumasi visiting her aunt in Accra. They talked for 45 minutes straight while waiting — about books, music, old-school highlife, and how Ghanaian jollof is definitely better than Nigerian (she insisted on that).</p><p><br/></p><p>When the bus finally arrived, they boarded together. Sat beside each other. Somewhere between laughter and shared roasted groundnuts, something unspoken settled between them.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>🌅 Final Scene</p><p><br/></p><p>By the time they reached Cape Coast, Kwesi knew.</p><p>It wasn’t just her smile, her voice, or her mind.</p><p>It was something deeper — like meeting someone your heart had always known, even if your eyes were just now catching up.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>---</p><p><br/></p><p>💬 My conclusion:</p><p><br/></p><p>Love at first sight isn’t magic. It’s memory —</p><p>A moment where y<span style='background-color: transparent; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;'>ou suddenly remember someone your soul never forgot.</span></p>
Love at first sight
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Oluwatosin Leramo
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