Sales haven’t picked up so I’ve decided to stop them. But I will be go giving info on various Ghanaian warrior groups over time. Peace!
Source: Story collections!
Hello, there! I’m Nana Kwame Antwi Boasiako.Here are a collection of my short stories ranging from science fiction to fantasy based in Ghana.
- )komfo Ko (Warpriestesses), )man Du (Ten Kingdoms) ne Ahafo (Hunters).
- )komfo Ko :Three powerful )komfo ko do battle against the Nik, dead warriors deemed to be too evil to enter the ancestral haven. It will take all their ancestral gifts to defeat them and protect the living from their fury!
- )man Du: Ten kingdoms in the land of Ana must join forces to defeat the Dompe Yiwan (Bone Blade) army, hellbent on destroying them. Will they succeed or will they be completely wiped off the face of Ana?
- Ahafo: A time travelling duo must defeat the forces of an alien race that wipes out civilizations from existence. To succeed, they must drastically change their past to protect their future. Will they wipe out the Rei or will they, like true heroes, find a better way.
- 2. Akyeaa, Akyeabea ne Asafo Kuo.
- Akyeaa: The village nkunimdifo) (champion) Akyeaa has been trained by the elders to defeat any threat to the village, whether it’s an army or a pack of kakai (monsters). She soon faces two ancient evils that may be too powerful for her to handle.
- Akyeabea: A mechanic is targeted by a dangerous woman and her fanatic followers, devoted to carrying out her every whim. However not everything is as it seems in this dark tale of immortality and cloning. Will she end up as another victim of the mad Soyoukor’s ambition?
- Asafo Kuo: Five schoolgirls are trained to hunt down and slay kakai. It is a noble tradition passed down from one asafo club to the next. They are the only defence against dangerous kakai clans and their school. For them, failure is not an option.
3. Baaba, Efa Gue Kurow( Efa, destroyer of kingdoms) ne Feok.
- Baaba: An expert in transdimensional physics is recruited by the Sunyani Asafo to end the decades long war between them and the )botan kakai (rock monsters). Failure will mean the complete annihilation of the human race by the interdimensional kakai!
- Efa Gue Kurow (Efa, destroyer of kingdoms): In a dark age where kakai kingdoms terrorise humans, one woman goes on a solo campaign to wipe them out and be a true champion of humanity. Her name is Efa and this is her story.
- Feok: A powerful story based on the heroic deeds of the Builsa warriors. When Samori and Babatu warriors encounter their settlement, they are soundly defeated by them. This victory comes to be celebrated as the Feok festival!
4. Gani, Ihi ne Soroakuma (Ihi and the skyaxe) ne Korkor
- Gani: In a distant future, space mining is booming. Human mechanics called fixers repair large mining robots for a fee. One fixer called Konibaa is attacked by the Rak on the planet Gani .She is rescued by an anti-Rak force and joins their campaign.
- Ihi ne Soroakuma (Ihi and the skyaxe): A young man is brought back from the brink of death by a mysterious lightning bolt. He soon faces off against the sakraman kakai (wolf monster) clan with the aid of the ancestral soroakuma (skyaxe).
- Korkor: A young disc jockey willingly joins a club of lumei (Abotri Ke Tahuumo masters) set up to track down and defeat the Kla, a deadly band of assassins. She soon discovers that the Kla are more dangerous than she originally thought.
5. Naa, Nii ne Sefakor
- Naa: A Shipi (Asafo Bii Captain) is given the task of tracking down the Kla, a band of rogue lumei (masters of Abotri Ke Tahuumo) and bringing them to justice.
- Nii: A recently laid-off bank worker joins the Asafo Bii to defeat an evil royal intent on waging war against her sister. It is a fight that will pit him against the last members of the Kla, an elite group of assassins.
- Sefakor: A brave member of the Mframa (wind) clan joins forces with a vengeful warrior and a noble chief to defeat a powerful member of her clan and take back an innocent village.
6. Nyansakrom: An asafo, an abrewanana (sage) and her new osuani join forces to defeat Tumi, an evil shadow society desperate to rule Nyansakrom (the village of wisdom). With three mbrewanananom (sages) making up its leadership, can they succeed?
7. Saadakrom ne Supi Ami
- Saadakrom: A young farmer is forced to flee her village at a young age. She becomes the founder of a new village that is considered to be a haven for outcasts and the less fortunate. However forces from within the village threaten to corrupt it.
- Supi Ami: An old Supi, leader of the ten asafo companies, in Cape Coast confronts a deadly band of war priestesses dedicated to seizing power from the royal family.
- 8. Takashi, Tohajie ne Wurafo)
- Takashi: A neighbourhood watch consisting of martial artists is hunted by a deadly band of warriors known as Kimm, intent on wiping them out. Takashi must fight to survive and to protect their city.
- Tohajie: This is based on one of the many myths surrounding Tohajie, the Red Hunter. In this tale, he must defeat a python that lives near one of the few wells in his town.
- Wurafo): In a distant future, an elite unit of soldiers is set up to defeat an armed anarchist group known as the Sha. They soon discover the shocking origins of the Sha and the nature of their deadly weapons. Failing in their mission could destroy the country itself!
9. Asafo Safo ne Bruwaakrom
- Asafo Safo: This is the awesome tale of Safo, a man seeking to become an asafo. He is trained in the art of hand to hand combat by the mighty Amoawa and trained in swordplay by Asafoakyere Takyiwaa, the best sword fighter in the village. But will all of this be enough to defeat the powerful enemies he will face?
- Bruwaakrom: A powerful ruler defeats foreign invaders one hundred times from the gates of her home. A band of deadly assassins are hired to kill the leadership of the village but will they succeed where others have failed?
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Sefakor: Two villages and one brave wind clan member join forces to defeat an evil wind clan warrior and her forces.
Price: 3 Ghana Cedis
A tall woman in a grey dress walked along a lonely forest path one sunny morning. Suddenly twenty bandits sprung out of the bushes around her. They stared as she ignored them and kept walking. One of them stepped into in her path and was quickly shoved into a tree.
The tree snapped and slowly falls to the ground, the unconscious bandit lying on top of it. Unafraid, the others unsheathed ahafo sekan and charged at her. She slammed her elbow into the face of one, felling her and evaded the swings of the others
She suddenly shot towards them, disarmed them with her left hand and struck them down with her right fist. She walked away from the fallen bandits and stepped out of the forest into a field of flowers. In the distance stood a large mountain, with a large krom (village) on top of it.
She walked past the krom gates, noticing the squeals of laughter from the children and the soft music of flutes filling the air. She then entered a large compound where a large grey hut stood. Inside, the air was heavy with thick incense.
A smiling old woman in large brown clothes greeted her warmly.
”Hello, Sefakor Mframa (Wind), it’s good to see you again.
Sefakor bowed her head slightly, ”Likewise, )hene (chief) Naba of Patuokrom (Village of Owls).
2. Supi Ami: The leader of ten asafo companies confronts a group of religious fanatics determined to ”save” her city.
Price: 5 Ghana Cedis
The time was 7:00 pm. The place was Akoo, a new nightclub in the city of Cape Coast, Ghana, where the attack had taken place. An attack that had left half burned bodies in its wake. The medical unit of the asafo companies was attending to the wounded.
Supi Ami, the eighty year old leader of the ten asafo companies in the city watched the closed circuit television footage again. It showed a woman dressed in the red and black garb of a priestess beat twenty people half to death with her cermonial staff. Then she set the club on fire, sealed the doors and left.
The look on her face sickened her. The priestess’ face showed no remorse, only pride in her actions.
‘So do you know her, Supi?’ a soft voice asked.
The voice belonged to her Supi edzikyir, Fafa. Young, overzealous and ruthless, she had dreams of becoming the Supi someday and making the asafo as powerful as they were in the old days. Ami had made it her personal mission to keep an eye on her.
‘Priestess Nayele. She’s the leader of a new group of priestesses that have decided to cleanse this city of sin.’
‘So that’s the reason she nearly burnt the club down.’
‘Fire acts as a sort of cleaning agent in most religions. In the past, when someone committed suicide, they burnt the person’s hut down as an act of purifying the area.’
Fafa shrugged. ‘From the reports I heard about this place, the drunken fights, the gambling, and at times downright indecent acts, I’ll say she nearly purified this place’.
‘Wow’ Ami said drily to herself, ‘What a wonderful Supi she would make.’
Ami briskly left the room to get some fresh air and froze. Across the street, where the people had gathered to stare at the nightclub, Nayele stared directly at her. Then she slowly turned around and began to walk away.
Ami gave chase, shoving the people aside as Nayele began to walk faster, heading straight into one of the city’s parks. Ami followed her in and paused. The asafo were still a long way off from catching up to her. Nayele stood in the middle of the park, waiting.
Ami approached her carefully, watching her surroundings for any signs of other priestesses. None. She drew out her afena and assumed an offensive stance. ‘Nayele, in the name of customary law, you are under arrest.’
Nayele sunk into an offensive stance and lunged at the Supi with her staff. The Supi sidestepped the attack, sliced the staff in half and struck her face with the hilt of her afena.
Nayele sunk to her knees and Ami shoved her face into the dirt, binding her with a traditional set of chains. Fafa reached the spot where the priestess lay and helped Ami escort her to the first asafo company, where they bound her with more restraints and marched her to the chief’s palace.
As they marched to the entrance, Nayele flashed Ami a brief smile before being herded into a large efiase (prison) on the palace’s premises.
‘What’s she so happy about?’ wondered Fafa.
‘Nothing good’. Triple the guard. Keep her away from the chief’s court.’’
At midnight, )henemaaHawa, the first albino in a long line of chiefs, listened quietly to Ami for thirty minutes. ‘You think she’s here to kill me?’
‘It’s a likely scenario. Showing her face shortly after committing a heinous crime, attacking me without any backup, knowing fully here she would be brought here to face your swift judgement. I humbly suggest you allow me to keep her detained for over 72 hours’.
‘That’s against the law’.
‘An exception can be made in her case. We think they may come for you because of your condition.’
Hawa smiled faintly. ‘Nayele’s priestesses will not attack me because of my looks. They think I have failed the ancestors in making too many modern changes or at least allowing them to take place. Maybe they are right. Maybe all these changes have been too great, leaving the people’s traditional sense of confidence and purpose shaken.’
‘You’ve done your best’ insisted Ami. ‘You’ve purged the asafo’s ranks of deviants like Nayele and her ilk, as well as the state executioners. We now have modified customs to improve people’s sense of worth, regardless of gender or tribe.
‘You are a role model, my chief’ concluded Ami. ‘No harm will come to you, not while I’m alive.’
Deep in the heart of a large sacred grove, ten priestesses armed themselves with machetes and arrows. A grey haired priestess watched them quietly. They knelt before her and she touched each of their heads.
‘Go in peace, my children.
‘Yes, High Priestess )konore’ they roared in chorus.
The attack began at 2:00 pm. The other asafo, those lucky enough to be minimally injured would say it had been nightmarish. One minute, they had been lying on their raffia mats, the next minute a priestess was in their sleeping huts.
Unprepared, and terrified, each asafo company struggled to fight against a priestess who was in their hut, beating them half to death. In the first company’s sleeping hut, Ami planted her sandaled foot on the intruder’s face, felling her. She ordered her asafo to spread out, help the other companies and watch for other intruders.
In the second Asafo Company’s hut, the asafo watched in horror as Fafa repeatedly punched the falling intruder, her lips twisted in a macabre grin. Eventually two other asafo gathered the courage to pull her away from the priestess.
3. Takashi: An asafo, a lumei, a Hausa boxer and a Builsa warrior come together to form the neighbourhood watch, Takashi. They are soon targeted by a deadly band of warriors, known only as Kimm.
Price: 8 Ghana Cedis.
The attack at the restaurant was swift. Five masked women carrying guns stormed into the eatery, demanded cash and left just as quickly. They got into the getaway car and were about to leave when five arrows struck the bonnet of their car.
Shocked, the robbers got out of their car, guns at the ready. Suddenly a figure in the red battledress of the asafo landed on the roof of their car and, in one swing of her afonanta, slashed their guns into pieces!
A figure in a white top and shorts of the lumei (masters of the Abotri Ke Tahuumo martial art) leapt towards two of them, striking them down with her fists. One of the robbers swung at her with a metal pipe but a Builsa warrior wearing a horned helmet lunged at her, her knee smashing into her face, felling her.
The fourth robber took to her heels but a fist wrapped in a thick cloth and chains punched her to the ground. A tall, dark Hausa boxer stepped out of the shadows. The asafo slashes through the roof of the car with her afonanta (machete like blade) and took the bag containing the cash.
She tossed the bag containing the cash to the owner of the restaurant.
‘’Who are you people?’’ she asked.
‘’Takashi. The neighbourhood watch in these parts.’’ replied the Builsa warrior as she walked away with the others.
As they walked down an alley, the clouds blocked out the moon. The women suddenly felt an ominous prescence and sunk into offensive stances as several women in dark wardresses landed around them. The tallest one among them, a tall, woman with a shaven head and dark piercing eyes raised her afonanta.
”)brafo) (Executioner) squad, kill them all!” she roared.
4. Tohajie: The Red Hunter confronts a royal python blocking his people from gaining access to a well.
Price: 1 Ghana Cedi.
On a hot Monday morning, two figures faced each other in the centre of the Mole Dagbani settlement. One of them was Tohajie, known as the Red Hunter, because of his fair complexion and his hunting prowess. His opponent was a large royal python, coiled next to the only available well.
5. Wurafo): The leader of an elite combat unit soon realizes that all is not what it seems when she is sent on a deadly mission.
Price: 4 Ghana Cedis
It began slowly at first in the year 2050. A few riots at schools, then markets, then even banks. The message at each venue was the same ”Destroy the system, let anarchy reign”. The messengers hacked the TV and radio station feeds and got their message out. They called themselves the Sha and they claimed that it was their duty to set Ghana free. In three weeks, a state of emergency was declared across the country as more reports came in about the growing number of Sha recruits.
Desperate, the police, navy, military and intelligence heads held a short brief meeting. The outcome was to combine their forces to create a squad, with one purpose; Stop the Sha. The squad was called the Wurafo) (Masters) and one cold Monday, they were given their first mission.
An attack helicopter flew over a large city. Inside, several women in the blue and white uniforms of the Wurafo) loaded their guns. Their leader, an old woman with a shock of white hair stood in the middle of the craft and addressed them.
”Alright, ladies, we’ve located their transmission tower in Naca .We destroy it, take down as many as we can and leave. ” said their leader.
In the houses below them, several women and men, armed to the teeth, watched the metal bird in the sky with powerful binoculars. One of them, a woman with the tattoo of a scorpion on her right arm, removed a small control device from her pocket. She extended an antenna tip from it and waited for the helicopter to reach an abandoned stadium before pressing a red button.
Inside the aircraft, its pilot, Kumaa frantically pressed buttons and levers as the control panel suddenly went dead. The aircraft began to spiral downwards, in the direction of the stadium.
”What’s happening, Kumaa?” yelled the Wurafo) leader.
”Some sort of electrical interference, Wura Awagra!”
She turned to face the Wurafo), her eyes fearful, ” Brace yourself for impact!”
The helicopter crashed into the empty stadium stands, the impact sending slabs of concrete into the air. A thick, dusty wind swept across the stadium from the craft. The woman with the scorpion tattoo led her forces into the stadium minutes later as the dust began to settle. They reached the fallen craft.
One of the women looked at her, ”Should we check for survivors, Del?”
Del pulled out a weapon that resembled a pistol from a holster on her belt, aimed it at the aircraft and fired. A bolt of electricity snaked out of the barrel and struck the craft, blasting it into a million pieces. Quietly, blue energy shields shimmered in front of the army, defending them from the flames and the debris of the destroyed craft.
Del addressed the group, ”Alright, my fellow Sha. I’m fairly certain that they did not survive the crash, but just in case they’re still around, search the stadium. Now!”
The Sha began to spread out, checking the stands one after the other. None of them noticed the gate to the stands slide shut. Outside the stadium, the Wurafo) wearily reached an abandoned mall before collapsing outside it’s doors.
”We should abort the mission” said Kumaa wearily. ”They’re too well equipped, we’ll try again later.”
”No!” Awagra snapped. We find the transmission tower, destroy it and defeat the Sha. We can do this!”
Kumaa pulled her gun on Awagra and gestured to her teammates, ”They’re wounded. You are clearly delusional. So here’s what’s going to happen. We will leave but you can stay if you like, Rambo.”
Gingerly, the Wurafo) led by Awagra headed for the city gates. They stayed in the shadows whenever they heard a patrol car rolling by and kept walking. To their horror, the exits had been sealed shut and are guarded by dozens of Sha. Suddenly a patrol car screeched to a halt in front of them. The Sha disembarked, took aim at the defenceless Wurafo) and fired.
In the centre of Axim stood a tall, metallic, gray building. This was the Wurafo) headquarters. On the top floor, in a blue and white room, a woman in the overcoat of Wura Kese (Grand Master) spoke on her mobile phone.
”Any word from the Wurafo)?” she asked.
”None, Abiola. Should we proceed to unleash the Atemunsut) (Rain of Judgement)?” the voice at the end of the line asked.
”Do it”. I would have authourised it even if they had succeeded”.
High above the earth, a cluster of metal satellites slowly crumbled into a million pieces. Pieces that then hurtled towards the earth at breakneck speed.
Awagra tore through a long metal corridor, pausing once in a while to fire at the Sha behind her. Five Sha hit the ground hard but more follow, bolts of electricity flying from their gun barrels. She turned to fire at six of them, hitting them in the chest. She squeezed the trigger for a seventh shot but nothing happened. The Sha rushed forward, more confident now that their prey was out of bullets. She hid behind a wall, wrapped her watch around the empty gun and flung it in their direction.
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- Korkor: A disc jockey joins a band of lumei set up to track down and defeat a group of assassins known only as Kla.
Price: 4 Ghana Cedis
In a large white room of an even whiter building, two women sat across from each other. One was a lumei, a master of the martial art known as Abotri Ke Tahuumo. The other was a disc jockey, a ‘master’ of entertaining club patrons. The lumei sighed. She did not have high hopes for this one.
‘Miss Korkor, do you know who the Kla are?’
‘Sure, Lumei Kaakie. They are a group of rogue lumei who hired out their services to the highest paying chief during the times of tribal warfare. Some lumei believe that a direct descendant of the Kla is trying to raise a new generation of Kla after they were defeated by Naa, one of the greatest lumei in history.’
‘And you want to fight them?’
‘Yeah. When do I start?”
2. LUMEI: Two lumei from two different timelines strive to become the best in the martial arts world.
Price: 4 Ghana Cedi.
Before Naa became known as the old tigress of the south, her village faced a crisis. Some of the Lumei (masters) of Abotri ke Tahuumo (Ga martial art) decided to fight for the highest paying chief, regardless of their position in battles that engulfed the region. Fearing that their interference would end any hope of peace, the Asafoatse (Chief Warrior) took two drastic measures.
She advised that the chief place a two year ban on the movement of villagers outside the village walls and she instructed Naa Amerlei, a Shipi (Asafo Bii captain) to defeat all the lumei alone!
‘I’m not even a lumei’ protested Naa. ‘To deteat them, I would need seven lumei to accompany me’.
‘The villages are currently waging war with each other,’ replied the Asafoatse. ‘Sending in a small squad of Asafo Bii would be seen as an act of aggression by our village, giving them an excuse to attack us with their combined might. If that happens, everyone you know and love will die’.
‘You are not a lumei yet but at the age of eight, you fully understood that the art of Abotri ke Tahuumo is the expression of self protection and offensive warfare tactics. You have more of the strength of a Kla (tiger) and the speed of the hawk than most lumei.
‘Where do I start?’ asked the Shipi.
‘In the western village where some of the villagers share my concerns and will ensure that they are duly incarcerated after you defeat the lumei.’
It was midnight when Naa entered the village stealthily with the help of the Asafoatse’s allies. A scarred Lumei strode confidently across a footpath, when Naa sprung at her from a treetop, knocking her down before attempting to restrain her. The lumei brushed her off but Naa used Abotri (use of handstands and somersaults) to advance towards her again.
The lumei sunk into an offensive stance and used Akotoku (Empty hand combat with the fist and its supporting arsenals) to fend off Naa but she used Intia Shomo (the art of complex kicking and feet attacks) to deflect some of her punches and raised her knees. Naa swept her right foot across the lumei’s face, knocking her to the ground.
The Asafoatse’s allies emerged from the bushes and carried the unconscious lumei away as Naa sprinted to the next village, the moonlight guiding her path. The next lumei was practising her Abotri Ke Tahuumo by the riverside when Naa slowly crept behind her. Without warning, she used Abotri and landed neatly behind her.
The lumei kicked her left shoulder, dislocating it. She moved it back into place and used Mim Dzee (art of evasion) to dodge her subsequent attacks. Just then another figure used Abotri to somersault over her head, landing next to the lumei.
‘What are you doing here, ‘Shipi Yortei’? asked the lumei.
‘Assisting you. ‘Rumour has it that this Shipi has been sent by the Asafoatse to defeat us. Since she’s not dead yet, I take it that you need the assistance.’ she replied.
The two assailants sunk into offensive stances and used Kwasafo Nomo and Asafo Atwele (the art of free expression and multi-partner combat in strategic warfare) to repeatedly punch her in the face and the belly. The lumei struck her shin at the same time as the Shipi struck her chest and face.
Naa lunged at the lumei but she blocked her punch and the Shipi struck her neck with her sandaled left foot, causing her to stumble as the two began to encircle her. Exhausted from dealing with their synchronised attacks, she began to use Asafo ke Tahuumo (the art of fighting in a trance like state), blocking their punches and kicks.
They leapt away from her punches but she began to discern their attacking patterns before attacking them with ferocius double handed slaps and kicks to their faces and chests. She sprang at them and struck them both with her left foot smashing into the lumei’s face and her right foot smashing into the face of the Shipi, felling them.
The sun began to rise as she stumbled into the next village and despite her better judgement, headed straight for the market, her eyes searching for the next lumei. The lumei recognised her and broke into a run, lunging towards her in a trance like-state, her punches and kicks almost impossible to anticipate.
Naa used Adzenklulu (acrobatic arts) to evade the attacks using each moment to study her style. She cartwheeled away using Ataalai Gbanoo, her two feet knocking her on the chin as she spun away. The lumei fell into a stack of tomatoes as the sellers and buyers fled the market.
Several Asafo Bii armed to the teeth appraoched Naa and bound her in chains and to her surprise, escorted her outside the village’s borders. Naa entered the village and stopped abruptly as the final lumei waited for her at the entrance to the village. She rose to her feet and darted towards the exhausted Shipi before she could even move, delivering several ferociuos double handed slaps and kicks with her feet.
She then drew out two machetes from the folds of her cloth and slashed Naa’s belly. Naa dodged the subsequent attacks and leapt backwards before ripping part of her wardress to wrap around her wounded belly. The lumei struck her repeatedly using Gbobi hava, the art of hunting down prey, to approach her when when Naa used Mim Dzee.
She slashed Naa’s arms, legs and belly repeatedly using Kakla ke klante Nomo (the art of bladed weapon combat). When she swung the machete for the fourth time, Naa struck the machetes with such force that they were knocked out of her hands. Despite her wounds, Naa went on the offensive, somersaulting over the lumei, her left leg striking the lumei’s back, before she landed.
The lumei spun around and was struck in the throat by Naa’s left fist as Naa used Akotoku and Intia Shomo to force her back, repeatedly kicking her in the face and belly. She tackled the Lumei with a sweep of her left foot, tackling her. The lumei steadied herself and swung her right fist at her but she used Mim Dzee, grabbed the outstretched hand, braced herself against the lumei and flung her over her shoulder.
The lumei hit the floor headfirst. She picked herself up and attacked her again but Naa sunk into a trance like state, blocking her attacks involuntarily with her arms. Naa kicked her chest driving her backwards. Naa lunged at her, both fists striking the lumei’s head and dealt her several ferocious double hand slaps and kicks to the feet, stopping only when her fist was inches away from her neck.
The village’s Asafo Bii arrived and bound them both, escorting Naa to the edge of the village’s borders, and watched as a very wounded Naa slowly headed back to her own village.By the time she returned to the village, she became known as the old tigress of the South for her exploits.
3. Nii: A recently laid off worker joins the Asafo Bii to defeat the forces of one of the most powerful royals in the city.
Price : 2 Ghana Cedis.
The time was 10:00 am and the place Nkran in the year 3000. On top of the biggest Bank building in the city, a dark, lean and tall man walked to the very edge and stopped, hands in his pockets. Below him, a thick crowd was formed and watched him in horror, fearing that he would commit suicide. However the man in question, Nii Okai, had no intention of jumping over the edge. He had simply come to enjoy the view of the entire city from that height.
4. Nyansakrom: An asafoakyere (female asafo captain), an abrewanana (sage) and her osuani (apprentice) must defeat a shadow society that seeks to tear their village apart and remake it in their own image.
Price: 11 Ghana Cedis.
When Nyansakrom (the village of wisdom) was first established, Dede, who would later be known as the strongest asafo in the village, was but a child. Agor, brother of the true ruler of the village, decided that the village would conquer all others. Akua, the true ruler, once content with listening to music and sleeping all day, was forced to oppose her brother.
This gave rise to the first civil war dividing the village into two sides. Only eight years old, Dede was forcibly recruited along with other girls by an Asafoakyere (female Asafo Captain) named Kyeiwaa. She was one of the best fighters in Ekua’s army. The children were forced to duel each other from sunrise to sunset. Those who failed to endure this were sent to the coal mines.
Kyeiwaa trained Dede harshly, their duels ending with Dede unconscious in the dirt and bleeding from knife wounds on her arms and legs.
Years passed and Dede rapidly rose through the ranks to become an asafoakyere edziekyir (deputy) of the second Asafo Company, one of eight all-female Asafo Companies. Led by Warqueen Ekua, they engaged Agor’s forces on a daily basis. On one Monday morning, their battle was extremely severe.
Dede slashed through the blades of two asafo and struck their heads with the hilt of her afena (long sword). She dodged the arrows of eight archers and sped towards them, sheathing her akodze and drawing out her spear. She struck two of them with the wooden shaft, and kicked three in the face. Two of the asafo slashed through her spear, snapping it in half. She struck their heads with the two halves and leapt at the last one, kicking her in the face.
She spun quickly to her right, seconds before a spear struck the place where she had stood. An asafo lunged at her, her ndar (machete) swinging wildly at her neck. She sidestepped the attack and struck the left side of her head, felling her.
A bloodcurdling cry of anguish rang out from behind her. Alarmed, she spun around to find a grinning Kyeiwaa slashing several asafo’s faces with a bloodstained afowatsena (double or triple bladed akofena).
Kyeiwaa slashed an asafo ,who knelt before her in surrender, across the chest and kicked her down. As she swung her akodze downwards, Dede darted toward the enemy and blocked Kyeiwaa’s swing with her own afena.
Kyeiwaa glared at Dede. ‘Step aside, asafo’
‘She’s already beaten’ replied Dede. ‘She doesn’t have to die’.
Kyeiwaa shoved Dede aside and swung at the asafo again but Dede blocked the strike. Kyeiwaa then swung her akodze repeatedly at Dede, forcing her backwards as she blocked each strike.
‘Kyeiwaa, sheathe your akodze’ ordered Ekua. ‘Dede’s right. ‘That asafo, along with the others, is a prisoner of war’.
Kyeiwaa glanced around her as Ekua’s asafo bound and restrained the opposing asafo.
Kyeiwaa sheathed her akofena. ‘Yes, Warqueen Ekua’.
Dede led the prisoners of war into the )bo) efiase and made sure that their wounds were treated, before leaving for the Posuban (Asafo Armoury). She handed over her afena, bent and cracked from blocking Kyeiwaa’s strikes, to the sekanbontrofi (weapons maker). She was given a new one and sheathed it, rubbing her bruised palms on her way back to the efiase.
Suddenly Kyeiwaa marched into the efiase with ten other asafo. They brandished their akodze and walked towards the prisoners until Dede blocked their path.
She unsheathed her afena and brandished it. ‘You’re not going to hurt them. ‘They’ve been through enough”.
The other asafo unsheathed their akodze and charged at her. She punched one in the face and tackled three from below with low sweeps of her legs. Three of them lunged at her but she evaded their blades and swung her afena once, slashing through the blades. She stepped forward and they nervously stepped back.
Irritated, Kyeiwaa shoved them aside and walked over them as she unsheathed her afowatsena. Dede steadied herself as Kyeiwaa lunged at her. Kyeiwaa swung at her with such force that even though Dede blocked it, she was sent sprawling backwards. Dede began to rise from the ground but Kyeiwaa stamped on her chest with her left foot and kicked her afena away with her right.
She raised her akodze to strike the killing blow when she felt someone tug on it. The akodze was wrenched from her grip and Kyeiwaa turned around to face Abrewanana Ewurama, leader of the mbrewanananom )kofo) (fighting sages)
‘You shouldn’t treat your subordinates that way, Kyeiwaa.’ she warned. ‘It’s bad for morale’. ‘Warqueen Ekua has ordered that you let the prisoners of war return to Agor’s territory.
‘Why?’ asked Kyeiwaa as she lifted her foot off Dede.
‘Probably’, cut in Dede, as she dusted herself, ‘because it would be a good way of showing our side’s commitment to a peace agreement between us and Agor’s forces.’
That night, Dede led the prisoners of war out of the efiase. Kyeiwaa was able to gather fifteen asafo for one purpose: to attack the prisoners before they reached the enemy camp and in the confusion, kill as many of Agor’s forces as possible. Dede was a few steps away from the border separating both sides when they were ambushed by Kyeiwaa and her asafo.
‘Send the prisoners across the border’ Dede instructed three of her asafo. ‘The rest of us will hold Kyeiwaa’s group off”.
As the asafo attacked her, Dede blocked their attacks and slashed through three asafo blades in one swing of her akodze before striking each asafo with the hilt of her akofena. She kicked an asafo into two other asafo and blocked a strike from behind, spinning around to strike her foe with a sheathed afena.
Three asafo took aim at her and let off six arrows which she slashed, deflecting the arrowheads into the bowstrings of the asafo, splitting them. Behind her, two asafo on her side used her blade breaking style to slash through their opponents’ blades before striking their heads with the hilts of their akodze.
Three of Kyeiwaa’s asafo spun towards her, synchronising their attacks as Dede blocked each strike until she spun away from one of them, disarmed a second and struck her chin with the hilt of her afena, felling her. She leapt towards the two, striking them both simultaneously with her right and left feet.
Kyeiwaa swung at her from behind but she spun to her left, her hilt angled toward the back of her head. Kyeiwaa grabbed the hilt, wrenching the akodze from Dede’s grasp, slashed her left arm and kicked her in the ribs. Dede stumbled backwards, ducking as Kyeiwaa aimed for her neck with her machetes.
She drew out her own machetes and fought back, their blades drawing sparks each time they clashed. Kyeiwaa forced Dede backwards and slashed through her machetes. She swung downwards on Dede’s left shoulder but she sidestepped the attack, wrenched a machete from Kyeiwaa’s left hand and punched her in the throat.
Kyeiwaa stumbled back, coughing and sputtering. Dede clutched the akodze with her right hand, the left clutching her bruised ribs as they circled each other. Dede darted forwards, striking Kyeiwaa across the chin and sending her into a pile of leaves. By midnight, the other asafo companies led by Ekua and Ewurama arrived at the edge of the border and detained Kyeiwaa and the asafo that came with her.
‘By tomorrow, the peace agreement will be finalised.’ Ewurama revealed. ‘Agor and the top ranking members of his ekuo (faction) will be sent to a new efiase called Mampam, guarded by the fighting sages.’
‘When this village was founded, the mbrewanananom were formed to prevent wars from occuring. However, we failed and even worse, had to take sides, against our pacifist beliefs .Leaving the village and guarding the Mampam prison is our way of making up for our failures’.
‘Dede, since you are the most powerful asafo at present,’ said Ekua. ‘I want you to become the Asafoakyere of the second Asafo Company .’
‘Very well’ noted Dede. ‘But I have conditions.’
‘No more forced recruitments into the asafo. The age of recruitment must be sixteen years and above. The blade breaking techniques will be mandatory for all asafo and each of them must embrace a philosophy of restraint and peace.’
‘Agreed’ Ekua nodded.
The next day, both sides met for the reunification of the village. After the ceremony, Dede asked Ewurama whether the peace would last this time.
‘I certainly hope so, despite the war-filled times we live in’ she replied. ‘Perhaps in the future, we will all be united as one people with one destiny’.
‘Then for now, promised Dede, ‘I’ll do my best to keep the peace’.