Elmina, Thursday, 11 December 1873.‘Well?’ Ababio asked.
‘I agree. If my father agrees, I agree.’
They both got up and shook hands with me. They were treating me as if I were a man. Then I got up and shook hands with both of them. That is our custom.
‘Kofi,’ my father said, ‘I’ll come to Cape Coast with you and speak to your mother and your grandfather.’
Ababio said, ‘I’d like to join you but it’s too dangerous. Even Elmina is dangerous for me. The British have their friends here too. Real friends or bought friends, I can’t say, but not to be trusted. So I try to keep under cover. Now, before you leave there are some matters which we must discuss. Pay careful attention and commit everything I tell you to memory.
‘Speak to no one about this, not your mother, not your grandfather, not y
