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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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  1. Korkor: A disc jockey joins a band of lumei set up to track down and defeat a group of assassins known only as Kla.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.’

‘Name them’.

‘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’.



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Asafo Kuo: A team of highly skilled asafo fight the deadly kakai clans lurking in the Tadi forest.

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It was a dark and stormy Monday night in the city of Takoradi. A lightning bolt struck a signboard next to a large building. Inscribed on the half charred board were the words,” Asafoakyere Kwakyewaa’s School for Girls’.

Inside it’s darkened hallways, a tall, dark, uniformed girl dashed past a fire extinguisher, paused, rushed back and flung it at a taller figure behind her. Its red fingernails clawed through the canister, ripping it in half. The metal claws on its feet clacked against the tiled floor as it pursued her.

Blood red eyes followed the girl as she reached a stairway and slid down the banister to the lowest step. The girl kept running until she reached a metal door. Above it, a sign read, “Cafeteria”. She tugged at the door, but it did not budge.

The creature stood right behind her, it’s lips drawn back, revealing rows of sharp teeth. Suddenly, an akofena blade tore through her chest and sliced upwards, splitting her chest and head in half. The creature fell to the ground and behind it, stood a short, fair girl, clad in the red battledress of the asafo, wielding a  akofena.

The uniformed girl dusted herself off. ‘You were late, Fazia’, she addressed the akofena wielder. ‘It almost got me’.

‘Sorry, Dufie’ Fazia apologised . ‘Now we just have to bury the damned thing’.

Thirty minutes later, the creature was buried in the school garden. There was a loud rustle of bushes behind them and three girls, also clad in asafo attire approached them.

‘Did you get the abducted children back home, Besiwa?’ Dufie asked the tallest, darkest one among them.

‘Yes, shortly after you lured it away from its cave. They were a bit traumatised and I think one of them wet himself, but other than that they were fine.’

On Tuesday morning, the students filed into the school and classes were held as usual. At noon, when the students were on break, Dufie, Fazia, Besiwa and two other girls gathered in a small room. A notice on the door of the room read, ‘Asafo Kuo nhyiamu (Asafo club meeting).

‘’Awo, Nyamekye” what did you find?” said Dufie.

‘’There’s a kotere kakai (lizard monster) nest a few kilometers north of the school’ said a lithe, short girl known to her friends as Awo.

‘Their numbers aren’t that large. If we hit them hard and fast, we can wipe them out before the end of the day’’ said the tall, muscular girl known to them as Nyamekye.


2. Asafo Safo: A young man is trained by the mighty Amoawa in hand to hand combat and by Asafoakyere Takyiwaa in bladed combat. But he soon learns that all of that is not enough to bring order and justice to his village.

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Annankrom, was the most miserable of the seven villages hidden by the three great mountains. It’s ruler, Annan was a tyrant and a very different man from the bright eyed idealist who protected his people and led them away from a land engulfed in civil war. However, no sooner had he become chief than he became the type of ruler his people had fled from.

He seized most of the land from his people, forcing them to survive in harsh conditions and to work on land that was hardly any good for farming. Most of them were forced to work in the mines, both young and old. There were also rumours, that he hunted those he perceived to be a threat to his rule in his private forest reserve.

Despite this, a young man named Safo decided to join the ranks of the asafo to better protect his community. The asafo company of Asafoakyere Takyiwaa, one of the few good asafo captains in the village, was the company for him. But first, he had to learn how to fight.

So one sunny morning, he climbed up the steep hill on which Amoawa’s hut was built.  At the age of thirteen, Amoawa was known as the toughest person in the village. She had defeated thieves, bandits and even sadistic asafo singlehandedly. Some people viewed her as a threat to the role of Annan. She was the one that Safo had come to see.

‘Teach me how to fight, so that I can be more than an average asafo’ he told her.

Amoawa simply stared at him. Such a request from someone three years older than her was unusual.

She sighed,’Alright, help me bring in the harvest and then I’ll teach you’.

After gathering the harvest, she led him to a clearing in her farm, sunk into an offensive stance and before Safo could react, punched him in the throat.

Safo stumbled backwards, coughing profusely. She waited for him to stand up, then darted towards him, her fist looming large in the field of her vision. He scrambled away from her, his hands raised to defend himself. She swung her fists repeatedly, and as he blocked them, struck him with a low sweep of her right foot.

He rolled away to regain his balance and made a low sweep with his own foot, which she deftly sidestepped. He panted heavily, sweat streaking down his face.

‘Are you alright’? asked Amoawa.

‘Fine, just don’t hit me in the throat again’.

She leapt at him, left leg outstretched and aimed at his chest. He dodged the attack and spun towards her, his left leg swinging towards her belly. Before she could grab it, he placed his right hand on the ground and swung his left leg away, moving his right leg to kick her belly. She barely moved an inch.

‘Good, she said.’ Anticipate your opponent’s attacks’.

He went on the offensive, throwing several punches which she sidestepped. He watched her closely, moving in rythmn to her steps. This allowed him to sidestep her own punches. Eventually he dodged her kicks and brushed her wrists aside, deflecting her punches as the day progressed before butting her head with his own.

She stumbled once, then made two headbutts of her own, sending him sprawling backwards. He shook his head and rolled away, regaining his balance as she stamped the spot on the ground where he had lain seconds earlier. She made three successive ground sweeps with her legs, forcing him to somersault backwards.

She then made several high kicks aimed at his chest, each of which he sidestepped. He swung a blow at her but she caught it, clutched his right arm and pulled, sending him flying above her shoulder and into the dirt. He pushed himself onto his feet, spun away from her kicks and struck her twice in the chest, causing her to stumble backwards, before regaining her balance.

He leapt at her, his fist aimed at her throat. She raised her hand and blocked the blow. She shoved his arm backwards and raised her hand, above her head, signaling that they should stop.

‘Haven’t you noticed, Safo? It’s nighttime.’ She said causing Safo to look up into the blackness of the night sky.

‘See you here tomorrow morning, Asafo Safo’

For two weeks, he showed up at her farm every morning and left in the evening, rubbing herbal leaves on his arms and legs to ease the pain. One rainy day, he showed up at the same time, ignoring the downpour. They both sunk into offensive stances and as lightning flashed across the sky, darted at each other.

Safo swung a right fist at her, but she brushed it aside and swung at his chest with her leg. He twisted his body away from the kick, spinning to the left of her leg and struck her at the side with an outstretched palm. She swung her fists at him repeatedly but he bobbed and weaved away from her puches. He ducked two punches and struck her repeatedly with open palms.

She skidded across the wet floor, stopping in time to see him leaping towards her, his fist aimed at her head. She caught it and tugged at it, drawing him close and hit his chest with both palms, sending him backwards. He recovered and sped towards her , rapidly shifting his position from left to right. She followed his movements closely, trying to determine the direction from which he would attack and spun towards him, her right foot aimed at his shoulder. He blocked the foot with his own foot and blocked each blow with his palm. He caught both fists in his hands and shoved her backwards.

She stumbled backwards and then regained her balance. ‘Alright, I’ve nothing else to teach you. Takyiwaa has returned to the village. If you hurry, you can meet her before the curfew.’’

‘Thank you, Wura (Master) Amoawa. ‘See you soon’ said Safo before dashing off into the bushes, taking a short cut through the forest that would lead him to the huts of Takyiwaa’s asafo company. As the rain continued to fall in torrents, Amoawa sighed ‘Don’t make me regret this, when you become an asafo, Safo’

An arrow whizzed through the air and Amoawa instinctively spun away from its path but then two more arrows struck her in the arms. Four arrows tore through her legs and eight more pierced her back. She fell on her belly in pain. She heard rustling in the bushes around her and watched as several asafo, bow and arrows drawn approached her cautiously led by two women from two special branches of the asafo. One bore the traditional attire of a priestess and the other wore the somber black of the )brafo) (state executioner).

The priestess whispered into the ear of the baby faced )brafo), causing her to glance at Amoawa briefly before bringing her sandaled foot on her head, sending Amoawa into darkness.

‘Take her to the forest with the others’ the priestess ordered. ‘Today is the day of the chief’s sacred hunt’.


3. Baaba: An expert in interdimensional physics is recruited by the Sunyani asafo to end a decade-long war between them and the )botan kakai (rock monsters) once and for all.

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On a cold, rainy day, the Supi, head of all the asafo companies in the city and a tall, dark schoolgirl entered the Sunyani High School building.

In the SHS Form 2A classroom, the Supi watched quietly as the girl wrote down a complex series of equations until the entire board was filled. She stepped back and gestured proudly to the board, ”This is my theory of interdimensional travel.’

‘So it would be possible to send ten asafo companies into a different dimension?” asked Supi Kuukua.

‘Yes’ replied Baaba. ‘In theory anyway’.

‘Would it be possible to seal off dimensions as well?’

‘It would be extremely difficult but not impossiible, given the proper equipment’.

‘Supi Kuukua, all of this is mostly theoretical but may I know why the asafo of Sunyani would be interested in sending Asafo companies into other dimensions? As far as I am concerned, these empty dimensions would be perfect for storing dangerous waste materials, like nuclear waste for example.’

‘Except for the fact that they are not empty’ said Kuukua grimly.

Baaba stared at her in surprise, then chuckled, ‘You’re not implying that these dimensions harbour kakai(monsters) or something like that.’

Kuukua rose to her feet. ‘Let’s take a walk’.

As they left the school and walked down a narrow bushy path, the Supi sighed. ‘Many years ago, our predecessors were attacked by )botan kakai (rock monsters) every 8 months, forcing them to move closer to Sunyani’s present location.’

‘My ancestress, Supi Sakyiwaa led the asafo in the fight against the foreign invaders.Before the year was over, she appealed to the elders to build a village in the middle of the forest for the asafo, charging them with the sole task of banishing kakai.’

‘The word ‘kakai’ means a frightening creature that scares children’ Baaba pointed out. ‘I find it very hard to believe your story’.

The Supi stopped briefly as they reached the middle of Dinn ( Silence) Forest.  The metallic clang of metal against metal rang out across the forest.

Overhead, huge red clouds had gathered. Baaba was stunned to see several asafo slashing several chiselled, sword-bearing creatures.

Each had a small white point in the middle of a pitch black eye and carried akodze with serrated blades.

One of them glanced at Baaba with two pairs of soulless eyes, and Baaba recoiled in fear as its immense killing intent flooded her senses. It flung a serrated spear at her which the Supi snatched in midair before it could puncture the child’s throat.

Two asafo stabbed the kakai on both sides with akofenas and cut it down.

The asafo were fiercer than the kakai, each one slashing through 5 kakai at a time until none were left. After checking to ensure that her heart was still in her ribcage,  The red clouds above them suddenly dispersed and the rains stopped abruptly, to Baaba’s surprise. She could only guess that the sudden rainfall and the red clouds were formed by the kakai entering her dimension.

At the asafo village that afternoon, Baaba made her observations, ‘There’s a constant interdimensional barrier separating our world from the kakai, that I call the Ban (barrier). The kakai have been able to enter our world because it is in a weakened state. It will need to be fixed.’’

‘I suggest that we create sensors, sensitive to the formation of seikwan (paths of destruction) formed when a place becomes more susceptible to a kakai breach.’ Because of this, the city will have to hold regular evacuation drills and have at least fifteen escape routes.’

‘In your view, how long will it take for the barrier to be completely broken?’

‘Given the rate of spiral decay due to the kakai breaches over the years and the period of the first kakai breach, the barrier will cease to exist by next month. If that happens, all the kakai will flood our dimension, causing the extinction of the human race!’

‘To prevent this, I will need to build two transdimensional devices. One that will enable us to travel to the kakai dimension and generate an energy field preventing kakai from breaching our dimension in our abscence. The second will be in the form of an akofena, which I will fuse with the ‘take off point’ that kakai use to breach our world.’’

‘Take off point?’

‘Yes, it would have to be a hill or a mountain that kakai leap off from, into their sky. Their appearance in our sky creates the red clouds and disturbs the atmosphere, creating sudden, unexpected rainfall. Building these devices should take me a few days’.

And so for the next three days, Baaba combined slaying kakai by day with building the devices at night. Seikwan sensors were placed throughout the forest, increasing kakai attack response times by fifty percent.

One rainy Saturday, Baaba slashed through the blades of five kakai before cutting them down with five swings of her akofena. More kakai fell from the clouds and the two ladies synchronised their attacks, with Baaba slashing and stabbing from the left and Kuukua from the right. The schoolgirl cut through several steel needles shot at her from five kakai and darted towards them.

She drew out her machetes and cut down two kakai. She spun around an akofena thrust at her from the left and stabbed her attacker in the chest. She blocked a swing from a kakai in between her machetes and swung once, breaking it before cutting down the wielder.

She swung her akodze backwards, stabbing a kakai that tried to attack her from behind. Some of the kakai began to slowly step away from her but she drew five arrows from her quiver and released them, striking five kakai in the chest. Kuukua flung a spear into the chest of a kakai, banishing it.

She darted towards the kakai, slashing through them effortlessly. She blocked three akofena with her machetes and shoved against them, pushing aside the kakai. She then stabbed two of them in the chest and spun underneath the swing of a clawed hand and slashed upward, from head to toe. Baaba and Kuukua stabbed two striped akofenas into the ground right underneath where the red clouds had been, sealing off that area from future kakai breaches.


4. Efa Gue Kurow: A warrior becomes a legend when she goes on a one-woman campaign to destroy the kakai kingdoms and liberate humanity.

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In the not-so good old days, kakai (monsters) roamed the land, devouring entire villages when they felt like it. Humans cowered in fear of their raids. Even those who tried to appease them with offerings of their best cattle and farm produce were eaten anyway.

Before long, they hid in the bushes and forests, dreading the day when the kakai would eventually find them. Eventually some of them decided to fight for their survival. Among these brave souls were two siblings. A brother and sister who, in one night, had slain eighteen anoma (bird) kakai.


5. Feok: When slave raiders threaten their way of life, the Builsa warriors fight back.

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On a sunny day, the warriors of the Builsa gathered in the grand hut of the settlement. Their chief warrior was brief. The Samori and Babatu, infamous slave traders, had been sighted camping across the river from their settlement. Each warrior knew that failing to stop them would mean the enslavement of every able-bodied woman, man and child.


6. Gani: A fixer of space mining robots joins a band of warriors to defeat a deadly space gang.

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The year was 2060. Space mining was booming with several companies springing up in months. Then to cut operating costs, human miners were quickly laid off and replaced with robots. They were teleported straight to the planet Gani, which had the most resources, and then sent back.

Eventually the only humans allowed to work on mining missions were those in charge of maintenance and repair of the automatons. The most qualified “fixer” as they were called, was a woman in her forties named Konibaa. She had seen fellow fixers come and go and her hair had begun to turn gray due to the strenuous nature of the work.

She had also heard rumours of the Rak, a band of former miners, ex-military personnel and deviants who attacked mining sites. They destroyed the robots and assaulted fixers for their own twisted amusement. They had attacked the other planets and she knew that it was only a matter of time before they reached Gani.

One rainy Monday, they arrived, just as she has finished repairs on the largest mining robot in her sector. Their red, spiked fighter craft descended slowly from the rainy skies. They disembarked from their vehicles, howling and roaring at the heavens.

Konibaa had never been so terrified in her life but she focused on her escape plan. The teleportation chamber was now surrounded by a dozen Rak members. To her left, several Rak had abandoned their craft and had begun shooting down mining robots with reckless abandon.

She focused on the closest one and made a run for it. Two Rak realised her intentions and tried to stop her. She swung her fist at one’s neck and struck the second down with a crowbar. Several Rak watched in horror through their sunglasses as she boarded the craft. It flew straight into the Forest of Lost Souls.

`Three other Rak craft shot off after her. They entered the forest at breakneck speed. Konibaa frowned as she realised she has no artillery to fight them off with. The Rak unloaded their guns at her as the stolen craft flew around and under the thick foliage of the forest.

A thick, dirty dust-like substance erupted from the flowers of the forest at the same time, blinding Konibaa and the Rak fighters. One of them smashed into a tree trunk and the others spun around and fled. Konibaa slowed down and descended, hoping that she would not hit something.

Suddenly the entire craft shook violently and Konibaa was flung out of the craft, through the dirty windshield. She hit the ground hard and could barely see through the cloud. She sunk to her knees as her lungs filled with the dust and her vision began to dim. An alien darkness embraced her and she lost consciousness.

A figure in a green mask and blue clothes walked through the dust and stopped in front of her. It looked at the craft, walked over to it, and yanked some parts from it. The stranger stuffed them into a duffel bag slung across its shoulders.

`           It looked at the woman one last time and began to leave. Suddenly it stopped and held a small bluish device over Konibaa. The display screen showed an active heartbeat.

The figure placed Konibaa over her right shoulder and walked towards a glowing blue tree. It tapped it once and it slid to the right, revealing a man-made hole. The figure walked in and the tree slid back into place. Konibaa was laid on a steel table.

A syringe needle is thrust into her arm and Konibaa quickly stood up, breathing heavily. She looked wildly around and scrambled backwards at the sight of her rescuer.

The figure removed the mask, revealing a youthful face and short, cropped hair. She raised her hands to show that she meant no harm,

”It’s alright. I’m Latifa. Head of the anti-Rak force.”


7. Ihi ne Soroakuma; A young man is brought back from the brink of  death to do battle with the Sakraman kakai (wolf monsters), armed only with the Soroakuma (skyaxe).

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It was a dark and stormy night. In the middle of the Dark forest lay a wounded man in a sea of glass shards. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, striking the man and bathing the forest in white light. After the light had faded away, the man’s eyelids shot open and his chest rose and fell as the night wind filled his lungs once more.

Painfully, he walked across the glass shards, his wounds cauterised by the heat of the lightning bolt. At the edge of the forest lay a village but as he entered it, it seemed all but deserted. Thirsty, he grabbed a large calabash of water from one of the huts and drank his fill.


8. Saadakrom: A farmer flees from her demented village to set up a haven further north. But soon internal forces emerge, seeking to remake it in their own image.

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In the heat of the afternoon sun, Saada, a farmer was tending to her crops when three shadows fell across them. She lifted her head to see her parents and the local priestess. The priestess swung her ritual staff across her face, felling her. Before she fell unconscious, she heard the priestess instruct her parents to prepare her for sacrifice.

She awoke to the low humming of the priestess and the rattle of chains binding her to a rock slab. She addresses the village. ‘Behold the sacrifice that will ensure the continued wellbeing of the village and victory in the king’s war of expansion.’’

As the priestess raised a golden sekan (knife) across her head, she snapped the chains binding her and punched her face, knocking out two front teeth. She snatched the golden sekan from the priestess and slashed the blades of two asafo who attacked her. She struck them with the hilt of her sekan and kicked a third asafo into the rock slab.

She fled when the rest of the village’s asafo rushed at her. She sped though the bushes, turning in time to slash five arrows shot at her before continuing her run. She reached a clearing and leapt over the edge of a cliff into the fast flowing river below. Fighting the current, she swam to shore, noticing that overhead; the asafo had left her for dead.

She walked for days through a deserted plain until she can barely move. She noticed a short woman preparing a meal of fish over an open fire. The woman turned and beckoned to Saada to join her. In between gulps of water and bites of cooked fish, Saada told the woman her story.

‘Beyond the two hills behind me, is a haven that may grant you the peace you are looking for’ the old woman revealed.

Saada soon led an band of outcasts just like her. Saada’s exploits reached the king’s ears. ‘She’s amassing an army to oppose my ambitions’ he reasoned.

As Saada’s group rested for the night, they heard the clang of akodze (weapons) and the warcries of bloodthirsty asafo. She ordered them to go ahead and headed towards the asafo. She evaded the spears and arrows shot at her and lunged at their asafoakyere, knocking her out with one punch.

She punched their blades, bending them and strikes ten asafo to the ground using Hausa boxing. She attacked the others, ignoring their slashes across her chest and belly and struck them down as well, empty handed. She allowed them to leave as an act of mercy.Saada reached the haven and founded Saadakrom.




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  1. )komfo Ko (Warpriestesses): When the Nik, dead warriors denied access to the ancestral haven go on a rampage in Takoradze, three )komfo Ko step up to take them down.

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The sun was shining that day in the Takoradi Business District. People were rushing to work in their vehicles and others walked along the pavements leisurely. Suddenly the ground began to shake and large cracks open up along the roads and pavements.

Cars slammed into each other and people scrambled for shelter. Red clawed hands shot out of the cracks and then one by one, red, brawny figures, known as the Nik, rose to the surface. They wielded serrated swords and their blood-red eyes scanned the horrified populace.

One of them dashed towards a terrified young boy and swung its akodze (weapon) at him. Suddenly the boy vanished in a flash of blue light. The sword struck the ground, where the boy had stood seconds ago. The creature growled as one by one, the entire populace vanished in flashes of blue light.

A large combat boot stomped the ground behind the creature. It spun around and glared at Pimaa, a dark tall teenager with braided hair, wearing a large T-shirt and baggy jeans.


2. )man Du (Ten kingdoms): Ten kingdoms unite to defeat the Owuo Ahintanimfo) (Deathmasks), an ancient army of death.

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In the great land of Ana were ten )man which were in perfect harmony with each other. )man Bo was the oldest one and the other nine )man were believed to have emerged from it. It was ruled by Asa, an abrewanana (sage) who had encouraged the nine )man’s formation. It was rich in gold dust and everyone knew one form of battle art or another.

One cold night, as Asa meditated on a raffia mat in her garden, a woman dressed in blue clothing flung open the garden gates. Asa sensed her fear and rose from her mat.

“What frightens you, Fim?”

Fim inhaled deeply and wiped sweat from her brow, ”My squad were on patrol this afternoon when we spotted the Owuo Ahintanimfo) (Deathmasks) heading towards )man De.”

Asa walked past Fim and stared at the night sky in silence. The Owuo Ahintanimfo) were considered to be warriors of death. They had been known to destroy entire villages on a whim. Asa thought that they were a myth. She had clearly been wrong.

She turned back to Fim, ”How many were there?”


)man De had been split into two territories due to a long feud between two sisters of the royal family. A wall separated both sides. Asa realised that an attack on such a divided )man would be swift and brutal and that thousands would die unless the two sides of the )man were united.

”We’ll go to them, Fim. Prepare the warzebras and assemble the warriors. We ride out at once!”

The gates of )man Bo were flung open as a thousand Bo warriors rode out  on warzebras towards )man De, led by Asa.

No-one really remembered what the dispute between the royals of De was but they knew that it had lasted fifteen long years. The hatred between Lower De and Higher De burned as strong as ever. Lower De was led by Ba of the ekumapraban (long handled axe) and Higher De was led by Du of the afowatsena (triple bladed sword).

That night, the wall had been torn down and torches lit up the night as the armies of Ba and Du prepared for a final confrontation amidst it’s ruins. Unaware of the army of death that were heading for them, both rulers raised their akodze to the sky, signaling an order to charge.

The two armies charged towards each other with loud warcries. Ekumaprabans clashed with afowatsenas. Axe heads were broken and blades were sliced apart. One by one, Ba’s forces struck down their enemies with the flat ends of their weapons.

Ba and Du swung at each other fiercely; the clash of their akodze drawing sparks. Ba struck Du’s belly with the end of her akodze’s handle and struck her face with the flat end of her axehead. Du hit the ground hard and as Ba swung the ekumapraban down on her, she caught the axe head with both hands.

Ba struggled to bring the blade down on Du, who also struggled to keep the blade inches away from her face. Suddenly an arrow flitted through the air and struck the wooden handle of the akodze, tearing it apart. Both armies made way for Asa’s army as they rode up to the leaders.

Asa put down her bow and addressed them, ”Ba of the Ekumapraban and Du of the Afowatsena. The Owuo Ahintanimfo) are heading here right now! Unite now or there will be nothing left for either of you today!

”The Owuo Ahintanimfo) aren’t real’’ Ba scoffed.

Suddenly the sound of thousands of boots stomping the ground echoed throughout the village, followed by loud war cries.

Du rose to her feet, ”They’ve got us surrounded. I will defend the northern path. Ba, you will take them on at the southern path and you Bo warriors will defend the western and eastern paths.”

”Fight with all your might!” Asa ordered her warriors. ”Show no fear!”

The common folk of )man De were led into an underground network of tunnels as warriors in red and black masks and garments tore through the gates, wielding several bone akodze. They charged at the forces of Bo and De from all four paths.


3. Akyeaa: A village champion confronts two ancient  abominations  that could destroy her world.

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A village champion. A single individual trained to protect her or his village from any attack. This nkunimdifo) (village champion) was usually trained by the village elders. All previous nkunimdifo) became legends, chief among them being Efa Gue Kurow (Destroyer of nations). Kakai (monster) nations , to be more exact.

In modern times, only one true village champion remained. She resided in the village of Ankonamkrom (the village of loneliness), a village that had deliberately isolated itself from the rest of the world. Convinced that the outside world would fall into chaos.

On a cold, Monday evening, the tall, dark, nkunimdifo) was hard at work in a white jacket, white trousers, white flying tie and white shoes. Pounding a kakai into the ground until it lay very still.

She cast a wary glance at the furry kakai that had accompanied the dead kakai. It looked unconcerned.

‘Odd. I thought you kakai types liked to stick together.’ she commented.

‘Not from my tribe’ it growled.

Without warning, she sprung towards the kakai, punching it to dust. Suddenly she heard light footsteps across the forest floor.

‘I’m surprised that you were able to kill the furry one, Akyeaa’ said a dark, short, white haired woman in a red suit, trousers and tie.’

‘Excuse me old one, but who are you?’

‘Komfo (Priestess) Fosuaa, at your service’

Akyeaa stared at her face, then her clothes, then her face again.

‘Are you sure you’re a priestess?”

‘Why, because I’m not wearing a raffia skirt, black facepaint, hopping on one foot and ululating wildly?’

‘Well……..not exactly……….’

Fosuaa sighed. ‘You’ve been watching too many juju (black magic) home videos. That’s a harmful stereotype. I’m here to provide guidance, companionship….’

‘And ensure that I don’t turn evil and wreck this village in one night?’.

‘Correct.’ smiled Fosuaa.

‘You were talking about the furry one?’ asked Akyeaa as the two of them walked back to the village.

‘Yes, according to traditional folklore, it can only be destroyed when it’s name is said?”

‘Like Rumpelstiltskin,huh. ‘ Akyeaa shrugged. ‘Well I guess beating it to a pulp works too.’


4. Akyeabea: A young mechanic is targeted by a shadowy organization, led by a woman who is closer to her than she  realizes.

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In a brightly lit garage, a young mechanic worked on a hover cycle. Her name was Akyeabea and her mind was already filled with the images of hover cycles and hover cars flitting to and fro above every road in Ghana.

In the corner of the room, a small red mechanical spider watched her. The image was transmitted to several monitors in a dark room beneath the earth. Two women watched the mechanic at work with interest. One wore a veil over her face and stood next to an older woman who was seated. The old lady stretched out her palm and the veiled one put three yellow pills in them.

They were swallowed at once, followed by a contented sigh,

‘’Ti, go with my best converts and bring my daughter to me at once for the operation.’’

‘’Yes, Mother Superior. I’ll make sure that your new body is brought back here unharmed’’.

Back at the garage, Akyeabea dusted off her blue overalls and pressed a red button on the cycle. It silently rose from the ground until it hovered just above her knees on a cushion of air.


Suddenly the garage door was blown off its hinges and the attendant walked in with four women in white suits.

‘’Seize her’’

They rushed at her from all sides. Akyeabea struck one on the left with her spanner, felling her. Another began to pull out a dart gun but she gripped the barrel and kicked the wielder into the hover cycle. A third assailant aimed the pistol at her back but was quickly disarmed when Akyeabea flung a spanner at her gun hand.

She tackled her assailant to the ground. The fourth woman drew out an ahafo sekan (hunting knife) from a b)ha (scabbard) on her belt.

‘’What are you doing?” Ti hissed. ‘’You’re supposed to bring her in unharmed”.

The fourth lunged at her, blade swinging. Akyeabea sidestepped the attack, gripped her face and slammed her headfirst into the floor. The mechanic took a deep breath and turned to face Ti.

‘’Who are you?’’ Akyeabea demanded.

‘’A woman trying to help her dear mother’’ Ti replied softly.

Akyeabea stared at her, puzzled. Ti pressed a button on her belt. The tiny mechanical spider jumped from the corner of the wall and landed on the back of Akyeabea’s neck. She felt a tiny pinprick and then the room seemed to swim around her before everything went black. Akyeabea fell towards the floor but Ti caught her in time.




The real )komfo Ko (Warpriestesses) and preview chapters coming soon!

The )komfo Ko  in the story “)komfo Ko” were obviously very different from the posers in Supi Ami. They represented what priestesses’ were supposed to be: brave, heroic and able to wipe out evil horde armies.

They were partly inspired by the tales of real life priests.  They include but are not limited to the three priests who led the Fantse tribe to their present location, namely Obunumankoma, Odapagyan and )son. Then there’s )komfo Anokye, who helped to unify the Asante people.

While their supernatural abilities are disputed, the ones in my story need it to battle the forces of evil, in this case, a horde of evil, dead warriors denied entry into the ancestral haven. When they take out their anger on the city of Takoradze, the )komfo Ko stand up to take them out.

On a side note, look out for preview chapters from each of my stories on this site. Peace!!

The Asafo

The word, asafo means” those who war with others “. ”Sa meaning to war and fo means people. The Ga branch is referred to as the Asafo Bii. There are usually eight or ten companies, all under the command of a Supi.

There is also the Tufohen (Master of arms). The executioners and priestesses who used to make up the asafo were laid off decades later. The simple red attire and straw hats belie their skills with various battle arts.

Nowadays they partake in festivals, communal labour, search for missing persons and occasionally guard their neighbourhoods.

They are referenced in nearly all my works;

  1. Asafo Safo
  2. Asafo Kuo
  3. Nyasakrom among others

The martial art, Abotri Ke Tahuumo.

The lumei are basically the masters of the Ga martial art, Abotri Ke Tahuumo.  It is the expression of self-protection and offensive warfare. It is divided into two parts, Abotri and Tahuumo.

Abotri is the art of complex close quarter combat infused with grappling and ground fighting (Use of handstands and somersaults).

Tahuumo deals with warfare.

It comprises of the following arts:

Akotoku (Atwele Nomo): Empty-handed combat almost restricted to the use of the fist and it’s supporting arsenals. (Practiced by most Ghanaian boxers)

Intia Shomo: The art of complex kicking and feet attacks.

Mim Dzee: The art of evasion.

Kwasafo Nomo and Asafo Atwele: The art of free expression and multi-partner combat during strategic warfare.

Asafo Ke Tahuumo: The art of combat in a trance-like state (Slightly modified to be a healing technique in the ebook, ”Takashi).

Adzenlekulu: The acrobatic arts.

Ataalai Gbanoo: The art of cartwheeling.

Gbobi hava: The art of reconnaissance and hunting.

Kakla ke klante Nomo: The art of bladed weapon combat.

You can get more details from a facebook page about this art and a short video on youtube.