CHAPTER 15THE YEAR OF MY SENTENCE passed quickly. By the time it was over, I was fluent in Asante and something of an expert in the geography of the country and the condition of its roads. And spending at least two days every week wielding a hoe or an ax or preparing adobe had done my body no harm.
Anokye had come to end of his period of office and had handed over to his successor. I gladly accepted his offer to accompany me to the coast. But first there was the surprise farewell party. It took place in the same courtyard at the palace where I had seen the dress rehearsal of Julius Caesar and where I had been tried and found guilty. Practically everyone I had got to know well was there, including all twenty Americans. And there too, Anokye introduced me to his wife for the first time.
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