By the end of the third month, Jude Asamoah had reached a height that most lawyers spent forty years chasing. In a glittering ballroom at

The second month began with a spectacle of such opulence that it felt like a collective fever dream. The wedding of Jude Asamoah Jnr and

The call came on a Tuesday morning, barely a week after the sentencing. Jude Asamoah was sitting in his office in Kumasi, the silence finally

While Osei plotted his move to the coast, a sombre gathering took place under the giant neem tree in the courtyard of the Dankwa family

Three weeks into Kwesi’s sentence, the Ofori household was a place of hushed voices and heavy hearts. Abena sat at the kitchen table, a single

Ten miles away, in the quiet, manicured suburb of Nhyiaeso, Jude Asamoah stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in his dressing room, adjusting his cufflinks. The

The heavy iron gates of the Ashanti Central Prison (ACP) did not just close; they groaned with the finality of a tombstone being slid into

The air conditioner in Lawyer Kwarteng’s office hummed with a low buzz, the only sound in the room besides the scratching of his pen. It

Uncle Gyasi sat in the middle row of the STC bus as it rumbled out of the Asafo terminal, leaving the chaos of Kumasi behind.

Asamoah Snr woke up on Wednesday morning, his eyes gritty from a night spent wrestling with the thoughts of Kwesi Dankwa. The boy was a