By the middle of the fifth year, the “Long Wait” had reached a point of brittle exhaustion. In Kumasi, the harmattan dust of several seasons

Pages 95 & 96 While the foundations of Abena’s resolve were crumbling in the salt air of Tema, Kwesi Dankwa was rebuilding himself from the

Gradually, Abena had created a “Social Exile”; she no longer attended social events. It had started with small excuses. If it were a  nursing colleague’s

Pages 87 & 88 By the start of the third year of Kwesi’s sentence, the industrial salt of Tema seemed to have settled into Abena’s

In the quiet village of Ejisu, the afternoon sun filtered through the broad leaves of the plantain trees in Uncle Gyasi’s backyard. Opanyin Dankwa sat

The following Monday, Lawyer Kwarteng made the familiar, soul-crushing trek to the Ashanti Central Prison. The smell of the place always seemed to cling to

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