“Ame-eh!” a voice cracked from the darkened doorway of the main chamber. It was a voice thin with age, brittle like dry harmattan leaves. A

“Kwesi! The big man returns from the coast,” Osei said, leaning his elbows on the window frame. His breath smelled faintly of fermentation. “We heard

The taxi, a yellow and blue coloured Opel Astra, made its way towards Bantama. The air conditioning was a distant memory, replaced by the hot

Mensah smiled, a genuine, if weary, expression. “That is why I chose you. You have integrity, Kwesi. It’s a rare commodity these days. But be

The conversation with Kojo lingered in Kwesi’s mind like a bad aftertaste as he sat at his desk, but the buzz of the office quickly

Leaving the office, Kwesi felt the weight of the impending changes settling on his shoulders. It was a good weight, the burden of responsibility he

He reached the Director’s office, a glass-walled enclosure that offered a panoramic view of the bustling floor. Mr. Mensah, a portly man with a laugh

The office of the Ashanti Cocoa Buying Company was a kingdom unto itself, and like all kingdoms, it had its courtiers, its generals, and its