He extends his hand towards her. “Hallelujah.”
Perhaps confuzzled, she remains silent.
“Hallelujah.” He insists, his hand still extended, in anticipation of hers.
“Amen!” she says, as she returns the handshake.
I laugh out loud. I try to explain, between bursts of laughter that Hallelujah is in fact his name, not a religious cry!
“Where do you work?” He asks, trying to brush it off, as though this hasn’t happened countless times before.
“What about later?”
She pauses, hesitant, trying to find a suitable response.
Satisfied, he walks away.
I’m almost rolling on the floor laughing, but I remind myself this is hardly the appropriate time or place. After all, we are in the lobbies of the AU Summit. ROFLing wouldn’t look too good for corridor diplomacy that is to follow…