CHAPTER 3THERE WERE JUST THREE OF us. When there was enough space Kofi and I rode abreast. Kofi’s son Kwabena followed. This was his first trip to Kumase and he was clearly excited.
“When we reach Kumase, Uncle Crash,” he said, “I’ll go with you to America.”
“Great idea,” I said but Kofi just turned and gave him what I took to be a silent warning.
“I’m surprised,” I said, “I read somewhere that the tsetse fly has made it impossible to use horses in this part of the world.”
“Out of date,” Kofi replied.
“How come?” I asked.
“Vaccination,” he said.
“And where do you get the vaccines?”
He tapped his saddle bag.
“Bra Crash,” he said, “you ask too many questions. Take my advice, when we reach Kumase, ask about your parents, nothing more. The Asante don’t like outsiders prying into their
