CHAPTER 8
Akosua
When we arrived at the reception area of the Castle there was already another group there: boys! No need to guess where they came from—their green tee-shirts proudly proclaimed the name of their school in Accra. It wasn’t one of the better known ones. In fact, I’d never heard of it before. The one grown man among them, no doubt their teacher, was deep in conversation with another who turned out to be our tour guide. He beckoned to Miss Mensah and she joined them.
The guide clapped for silence.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said.
One of the boys said, “Yeah.”
“Joker,” I thought. “He’s probably the dunce of his class.”
“Welcome,” the guide continued when the laughter subsided. “My name is Isaac Mainoo, and I will be your guide this morning. I have just been telling your
