The silence that followed Agyeman’s departure was heavy, hanging in the humid air like the dust settling after a tro-tro passes on a dirt road.

Agyeman turned slowly, looking Kwesi up and down, assessing the quality of his shirt, the shine of his shoes. “Ah, Kwesi. The traveller returns. We

The morning sun in Bantama was less forgiving than the previous evening’s golden glow. It beat down on the corrugated iron roofs, promising another sweltering

The old man sat perfectly still for a moment, processing the words. Then, tears began to track through the deep furrows of his cheeks. He

“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