A young ancestral queen of the ancient kingdom of Akansia was renowned in her time for having been the very first wife of a king to have been made queen and given administrative powers. Wives of kings are wives, not queens, so this is unprecedented.
Her hard work and loyalty to the king, the stool and its people soon earn her love and admiration, even from those who initially oppose her.
As the dust in the air begins to settle, she realized they were inside what appeared to her to be a dark cave or a long tunnel – a tunnel that also smelled of death. The decomposing smell of whatever had died in there threatened to overpower her entire olfactory system as she moved into the darkness. There were faces everywhere, haunted faces. A gripping fear that was almost paralyzing began to steal into the tunnel. Her heart beat so fast she knew that she too was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.
Like the rest of the world, Dr. Kudjoe was just going about her life, in Nevada in 2020, when the pandemic hit.
As a healthcare practitioner, she began to feel the weight of the pandemic not just on a daily basis, but every wakeful moment as it dragged on. To escape the heaviness, she started writing poems about how she felt and discovered a deeper, almost therapeutic interest in writing. One poem led to another, then to children’s stories, then to short stories and now two years later, the Trilogy of Akansia.
A very engaging, easy read book with amazing plot lines that the writer brings together intelligently at the end. The historical background, the Ghanaian culture on full display and the details of London, I enjoyed reading every bit of it.
Had me at the edge of my seat. I need to see this as a movie!