Ghana Adventures Of Wapipi Jay Esewani Part 2 -

Most tourists would run. But this is —Wapipi is not most tourists. Remembering the Sankofa symbol, he held the drum high and played a clumsy rhythm. Thump. Pause. Thump-thump.

The true find, however, was when the fog parted. On a temporary sandbar, half-submerged, lay a ceremonial fontomfrom drum. Etched into its side was a symbol Wapipi recognized from his studies: the Sankofa bird, looking back. As he carefully hauled the waterlogged drum into the canoe, he felt a surge of energy. This wasn’t just an artifact. It was a message from the past. The had officially become a treasure hunt for history's voice. Chapter 5: The Masked Dancer of the Eastern Region Back on dry land, Wapipi took the drum to a fetish priest in the village of Tafi Atome, famous for its sacred monkeys. The priest, an elder named Naa Ablah, didn’t look at the drum with greed. She looked at it with grief. ghana adventures of wapipi jay esewani part 2

The dancer stopped.

Beneath the murky green water, Wapipi Jay Esewani saw it: the top of a mud-and-stick church steeple, still intact. Then, a baobab tree stump, petrified, its branches reaching up from twenty feet below as if begging for air. Most tourists would run