CHAPTER 13THE NEXT MORNING, SUNDAY, ANOKYE gave the sermon at a church service. Well, it wasn’t exactly a church service; rather it was instead of a church service. And it wasn’t exactly a sermon either, although it is true that Anokye’s speeches did tend to the didactic.
He started with the customary respectful greetings to the Asantehene (who was present) and the Nananom of Edweso, who, unlike the King, no longer held their titles by virtue of royal descent. Then he paid homage to the memory of Yaa Asantewaa, courageous old woman, anti-imperialist, freedom fighter; but also, as he pointed out, a firm believer in the ancient institution of slavery.
The formalities over, he went on to confront some of his critics.
“A few years back,” my interpreter whispered his translation, “on a Sunda
