Taleshook

 

  The eye of Nkrumah Kwaku and Kofi arrived late, and to their disappointment, Agya Ahor was nowhere to be found. Their peers were all mingling and chatting with each other. "This old man is something right. I guess he was waiting for all his students to arrive before he started the lesson," said Kwaku. He looked at Kofi to see if he also expressed such a thought. Kofi was looking elsewhere as usual. Kwaku shook his head and just mumbled. Kofi will never change. His mind is always somewhere else and never contributes much to any topic their group was discussing. He only saw the risky and fearful part of everything. He was the coward of the group. He thought. Kwaku searched for the rest of his friends and found them. He nudged Kofi and pointed in the direction of Kwesi and Akosua. "Let's go join them, Kofi," he said and they walked to where their friends were. Kwesi and Akosua saw them approaching and Kwesi smiled while Akosua just rolled her eyes. Kwaku was not ...

Reluctance Kwaku climbed the coconut tree at the back of their house to pluck a coconut for his father. He had been doing so ever since he learned how to walk. He smiled as he tossed a ripe coconut to his father. He climbed down from the tree and joined his father. "This coconut is big, father. I am sure we will have a lot of coconut water to drink," he said to his father. Agya Nimo looked fondly at his twelve-year-old son and wished his wife were here to see how smart and handsome Kwaku had become. Taking care of him hasn't been easy, but he was glad Kwaku had grown up to become a smart and adventurous boy. He remembered the numerous adventures his son had told him about. The adventures his son said he had had with his friends. ‘I just hope he takes it easy with his adventures,’ he thought. They arrived at the house and Awo Esi, Kwaku’s grandmother, came out of her hut to sit on one of the stools in front of the hut. Kwaku rushed to greet her and she responded. “Aren’t y...

  Kwesi dug out cassava from his farm in the village of Nyamewoha. He had promised to give Auntie Esi some tubers last month. He smiled as he put the tubers into the basket he brought. “It is good to help,”  he thought. The weather changed suddenly. It was going to rain. “I have to hurry before the rain falls,” said Kwesi. He picked up the basket after a few minutes and left. Kwesi arrived at Auntie Esi's hut and saw the old woman breaking firewood. She had no children to help. "Auntie Esi, let me help you with that," said Kwesi. Auntie Esi admired Kwesi a lot. He was the only one who made time to help her. Kwesi finished breaking the firewood and gave Auntie Esi the basket. "May the mother goddess Asaase Yaa come to your aid in your hour of need and bestow upon you one of her gifts," said Auntie Esi. Kwesi had heard of Asaase Yaa visiting good people in the past and giving them gifts. He had never seen nor heard of such in his generation. “Thank you, Auntie Es...

 

  John, Mark, and Aiden were on their way to the hideout to report the night’s events to Mr. Robert, their leader. They should have been more careful. The man who had seen them wasn’t in the room when they arrived—he had packed up his belongings and vanished. All they found was an old framed photograph of two elderly people and a young man, who they suspected was the same person who had spotted them. “Aiden, are you really sure he recorded us?” Mark asked. He was the leader of the trio. “Yes, Mark,” Aiden replied. “His phone’s camera light was on. I saw it out of the corner of my eye.” Mark scratched behind his left ear and sighed. “The boss is going to be so angry when he hears this.” “I don’t think you should tell him, Mark,” said John cautiously. “We have to,” Mark insisted. “It’s the only way we’ll know what to do next.” They fell silent as Aiden pulled up at the hideout—a two-storey building tucked away in Gold Estate, one of the city’s most expensive neighborhoods. The three ...