Touched by an Angel (Part 2)

Excerpts from Part 1.
I met an Angel in the most unlikely circumstance.
Did sis get hit by another car? Was she attacked? What could have happened there? Why did she not return immediately like she was supposed to?
She told her family how she had been helped by this man (Nana) when she was totally stranded. One of her sisters responded: Do Angels still exist ?
Excerpts from Part 1

PART TWO
Sis and her backpack were finally reunited. “Can you tell me what happened? What took you so long to come?” Sis asked her sis.
“It was a long day Sis.” “A really long day.”
“Didn’t you hear the big rev from Samantha when you were leaving?”, she went on.
“Yeah, I did.” Sis answered.
“After you left, the battery fell, I saw the battery symbol (anode and cathode) on the dashboard, and remember I was parked on the curb. Lord!

The car would not start, and from the corner of my eyes I saw customs police approaching”
“Better call Jesus!” Sis laughed
“Yeah, problem dey!. Actually called Him several times.”
“ – And suddenly the engine revved and I was gone like a mad woman from there. I don’t think I have ever stepped on the accelerator as fast as I did. Thinking I might get followed by them, I went all the way to the starting roundabout so it would appear as though I was only just entering the airport.”
Sis looked at sis, with her utmost look of surprise.
No wonder she took longer than I had expected, Sis thought.
“Or they’d have clumped the car.” sis continued, and Sis nodded her head in agreement.
“And you know, I definitely had to park in the designated parking lot, so I had to drive down again to the car pak before coming back up. And for some odd reason, the parking ticketing machine I first went to could not disburse the tickets. Someone redirected me to another ticketing machine.”
Sis looked at her sister empathetically.
“Your bag also weighed a ton, as we all are unused to…”. And they both laughed.
“…weighing as much as a heavy toddler. This also slowed me down as I was walking against gravity.” Trust sis, to always bring in the physical scientific principles although sis was an art student.

“Lol.” Sis was laughing again. She really was quite the culprit in the packing of heavy backpacks. “I panted like a woman in labour by the time I reached the departure hall,” continued sis. “I expected you’d at best be using the washroom, but after about five minutes, I knew you had gone up.” “I met one of the flight attendants and explained that I had my Sis’ backpack which she was traveling with. I’d called all her phone numbers I knew, but there was no answer (At this point I still did not know that I had all your phones in the backpack.)”
“So I asked them. ‘Could they call you to just come out for a second.’ But they said that was not allowed. I asked if they could make an announcement, so you would come for your bags, ‘please?’ . They were unwilling to do that.”
“So I went up to where the customs officers take you through security. I asked if he could alert his colleagues to call your name and ask you to just come out and take your bag.
Unfortunately, the customs officer chose to pay me no attention.”
“But this was so simple and should have been possible?” Sis interjected, and sis nodded.
“Yes we know that. But we also know how unprofessional Ghanaians can sometimes be. So there I was stranded, just looking at him being so wicked to me right then. And wondering if he was among the myriads of Ghanaians who laced the pews every Sunday. When I heard the call for passengers to Kumasi, (because I even heard that final call for passengers to Kumasi), I lost hope. I realized that I had to turn around and look to deliver your bag to you another way.”
“Aww…”, Sis replied empathetically.

“A second flight attendant I spoke to on my way out told me they could get it onto the next flight. But I wasn’t prepared to lose the bag perhaps for good, along with all those electronic gadgets. And getting the bag on a different flight was going to cost me extra. So I said to them, “just forget it, I’ll get this bag to destination myself.”
“Your side of the story is very moving. Seems you had it worse than I did.”
“Yes, that and some! And that was how I became saddled with your heavy bag, while serving at our cousin’s nuptials. Until I finally got your bag to you when I travelled to Kumasi the following day, leaving you starved of your precious phones and laptops for almost two days.”
“Maybe you are that Angel afterall.” Sis ended on that note.
“But I think your stranger was quite the Angel too.” sis added. And they both nodded.