Stay tuned for Part 3: The Ghost Train of Sekondi-Takoradi Want me to continue the series, turn it into a script, or illustrate a scene from it?
As they rode into the sunset, Adzo asked, “What’s next, Wapipi?”
Afua, a rusty but loyal two-wheeler with a mind of her own, greeted them with a squeaky “Eeii, Wapipi! You’ve been eating banku again—I can feel the extra weight!” Ghana Adventures Of Wapipi Jay Esewani Part 2 UPD
“Then let’s go. But we take my yɛm —my trusty talking bicycle, Afua.”
He grinned. “Next? I hear there’s a ghost train running from Sekondi to nowhere. And it’s late. Someone has to ask for a refund.” Stay tuned for Part 3: The Ghost Train
Wapipi stepped forward. “Give back the drum, or I’ll let Afua recite her poetry.”
The harmattan wind had barely settled when Wapipi Jay Esewani found himself tangled in a web of talking goats and a missing royal drum. After his narrow escape from the crocodiles of Paga (documented in Part 1 UPD), Wapipi had sworn off adventure for at least three market cycles. But fate, as always, had other plans. But we take my yɛm —my trusty talking bicycle, Afua
“Wapipi Jay Esewani?” she asked.