Bablo: Hello everyone, and welcome.
Nam: No, your eyes are not deceiving you. It really is us.
Bablo: You can’t greet ba?
Nam: Why are you shouting?
Bablo: See this one. You people, it’s Nam that knows why we have not been here since last year o.
Nam: So it is me you want to blame?
Bablo: Better start explaining to us why this blog was inactive for so long.
Bablo: Talk. People are waiting.
Bablo: SMH. Just look at yourself.
Nam: We will make it up to you, you hear? Send us your bank account numbers.
Bablo: We wil…wait, what?
Nam: *ignores me and starts hugging people and sharing crisp N1000 notes.*
Bablo: What’s all this, Jackie?
Bablo: It’s like you have you not heard that the economy is tough.
Nam: No, I have not heard. Money is not a problem.
Bablo: Oshey, Sarkodie.
Nam: We are sha back.
Bablo: Like Terminator.
Nam: Like a mother from the market.
Bablo: Like the Prodigal Son to his father’s house after his sufferhead sojourns.
Nam: Like gastric acid regurgitated from your belly.
Bablo: Urgh. Such a nerd.
Bablo: You had to spoil it.
Nam: It’s not my fault.
Bablo: Os courfe.
Nam: Guys, we’ve missed you.
Bablo: Yes, indeed. We really did miss you.
Nam: And we will make it up to you.
Bablo: As long as it doesn’t involve bank accounts, I am all up for making up.
Nam: SMH. Broke man.
Nam: Thank you guys for commenting and asking and keeping in touch.
Bablo: It was very touching. Pun intended. Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts.
Nam: This time we will do better and not run off.
Bablo: We ain’t going nowhere.
Nam: We’ll be seeing you around.
Bablo: Like next weekend, when a post will go up.