SOMEWHERE IN AMANFRA ( 2 )

Some of the men who came back from Beyin had had a change of mind. They had begun to feel that they had to make a choice of lesser evil. Both Ngutan and their own Chief Bua were Leaders who looked out for themselves first. And after the men of Amanfra were summoned to Beyin to meet Ngutan the previous week, they began to consider saying YES to Ngutan`s rule over the people of Amanfra.  Despite his tyrannical tendencies, Ngutan had managed to provide the people of Beyin with a number of basic amenities like Pipe borne Water and Electricity, such that the life of their brothers in Beyin appeared to be far more advanced and prosperous.

Moreover, these men of Amanfra felt that Ngutan`s political expertise and back up Army from Cote D`Ivoire was not one Amanfra could contend with. If there was going to be a change of power, they wanted it the peaceful way. They were not going to lose their lives in a useless battle, because after all, their Chief Bua had failed them and he did not deserve the support of the people. Since he ascended the throne seven years ago, there had been no Pipe borne Water, no tarred road and no electricity supply. The only light that shown in the Village at night was the one in the Palace and in Chief Bua`s "presidential Apartment"… The murmurs circulated at the palmwine joints: Chief Bua must step down within this period of 30 days and surrender to Ngutan`s reign over both Beyin and Amanfra.

In moments like this, it was Officer Somebody who dealt directly with the people. As Chief Bua`s spokesperson, he went on a door to door address on behalf of his Chief to get the people to believe in the fight for freedom. He implored the people to get ready to stand for Amanfra and claim its autonomy and freedom from the hands of the dictatorial rule of Ngutan, and then backing his pleas with emotional historical facts, he would say

“Our predecessors settled in Amanfra after being bullied and cowed by the Chief and Warriors of Beyin to quit and surrender the large stretch of land they had discovered along the N`zi River. Our fathers embraced them as brothers but they betrayed us and took the best of the Land. Our fathers remained colonies and a sub-community because they did not fight, they did not stand for their right. But our Chief Nana Bua, has plans for this Village, he sees an Amanfra that is free from Beyin`s control, ready and able, to manage its own affairs and I implore every real Man of Amanfra to prepare himself fearlessly to defend this beloved Land so that together we can rebuild Amanfra.” After this heartwarming speech, he gave a round fisted handshake to the eldest member of each family from which they plucked a note of 50 or 20 depending on the size of the family. 

Immediately after the thorough campaigns everybody in Amanfra was smiling and dreaming again. Children went out to play hide and seek without the fear of exceeding a curfew, the young men guffawed over the palm Wine pots with the confident taste of war jokes on their tongues and the old folks played draught recounting again and again the Victories of states in their time who took up arms and fought for their land. Amanfra`s hope was soaring and why wouldn`t it? They had heard that Chief Bua`s Belgian friends were on their side and their huge Military Tracks in front of the Palace was a sign of great consolation.

By the break of day, the whole Village had heard that Whitemen were in Officer Somebody`s house. Neighbors stood around whispering in curiosity. Some of the children giggled and waved ‘Obroni ha wa yiw” to mean “How are you Whiteman?,” whilst others stood simply perplexed and petrified.. Maame Nzeh was the Star of the moment. She enjoyed the attentive eyes of the neighbors on her and she made it a point to relish the opportunity. She brought stools for them to sit, and spoke to them in ‘english’ and she was so proud when they took a respectful sip of the bottled water she served. Finally, her husband came out, prepared to show them the lands and the quarry sites. It was a matter of barter trade between the Whites and the people of Amanfra. The Belgians had shipped in the sophisticated war weapons for the battle against Beyin, now it was Amanfra`s turn to fulfull their side of the promise and give them what they desired. Officer Somebody signaled to the Old Professor`s nephew Acka, a secondary school graduate, to come along and help him with the translation and then, they drove off on the Belgian Wagon amidst the waves and acclamations of the people.

Within just five days, intensive training for the Beyin war had started. The youth of Amanfra who had not had jobs in a long while now wore tags on their chest that said they were “Army Officers”, all of them were now fighting for a place in the Village army. They had seen how the Belgian patrol team flaunted their attractive arms and as every one of the new recruits received their new pair of boots and Uniform, the hesitant ones could not resist the temptation. To the ordinary youth it was paradise to eat the kind of food the Trainees ate at the Palace after their training and orientation session, plus a note of 10 after jumping around each day was too good to be true. Many mothers cajoled their sons to join, even the mothers of the younger ones who were ordinarily not of age. And because it was not ‘allowed’ to recruit the younger ones, those mothers had to go and “see” Officer Somebody. Even the Professor went to “see” the officer to allow his nephew into the Army and before long, Chief Bua had a long line up of men who were ready to fight for Amanfra in the Battle against Beyin and the Almighty Ngutan. The longer the line got, the heavier the Pocket of the Local recruitment Officer became. It was a great time to be Officer Somebody.

Then one hot afternoon, amidst all the “ Left,Right,Left” there suddenly erupted an alarm at the far end of the Village. A man in a mask rode through the village market into the sandy public square. He clutched unto a white Sack, oozing with blood and a young boy sat before him, maneuvering the Cart. He did not stop anywhere or exchange words with anyone till he arrived in front of the Palace. By then the whole Village was shaken by the wind of alarm. Mothers snatched their children like handbags and trooped to the Palace to find out what was amiss. The forgetful ones also left theirs behind. Everyone had heard of a man carrying a sack of human parts.

“ I have the head of Ngutan’ he announced to the Palace Guards, I have captured and killed the great Ngutan and I have in this very sack the head of the man Amanfra desires to subdue.”

“Who are you, young man, one of the old advisors of Chief Bua inquired. Take off your Mask, so we can all identify the fellow that stands before us. “

"I am like the wind he said. No one ever knows from where I come and no one ever knows where I go. The day a man sees my face is the day he dies."

"Well then, let us see what you have in your sack, if indeed it is the head of the Almighty Ngutan."

"It surely is". He said,"But it is only the King that I show it to."

So the message was conveyed to Chief Bua, who had been meticulously guarded by the guards. He was in a state of mixed feelings. If this man`s claims were true, then he had won the Battle hands down but if it turned out to be a prank, it was likely to disrupt his  plan of attack. He signaled to his Chief advisor for a tete-a- tete moment. After some minutes, it was decided that men be sent to Beyin, to spy and inquire and verify, if the Almighty Ngutan was indeed no more. In the meantime, the Palace Guards kept a close eye on the man and his assistant.  After what seemed to be an endless wait, the spies returned from Beyin saying that indeed Ngutan was no more, that he was said to have been captured from his palace whilst sleeping at dusk and rumours had it that his body had been found headless in the Tano Lagoon.

This piece of news was like soothing water in the dry throat of the King.

“But why will you go on such a dangerous quest on behalf of the people of Amanfra.” He inquired. "How did you even manage to kill the great Ngutan without any help?”

“ Well, I had help". He said. "The gods of this land heard the cries and libations of the people and appeared to me in a dream. And if you will agree with me, it will be easier for a man to be defeated by the gods and men than by men alone. Nguta could not have been defeated by your guns alone. The gods and Spirits of our Ancestors backed me in this quest.  Now my Lord can see for himself the head of his adversary.“ The whole Palace turned silent with suspense. With the nod of the King and the resounding acclamations of the Palace guards, Amanfra broke out into a fit of merriment and feasting that was ten times mightier than that of the Kundum celebrations. Ngutan had indeed been slaughtered. The dancing and eating and drinking went up till the following morning when the effect of alcohol got them yawning out of their rooms.

Even before the sun greeted their cheeks their ears received the horrible news. Their Chief had been murdered along with two of his Chamber guards and the man with Ngutan`s head was nowhere to be found. He had fled after receiving his huge compensation of 13 bags of diamond. Many speculated that he was sent by Ngutan to murder the Chief in order to avoid a Battle and gain easy control, others opined that the man was a Spiritualist from the East side of the Comoe River who used magic to dupe people and states.

Indeed, the Elders of society are regarded as authors and custodians of the land, but in a land where Elders are lost in the race for the fattest Calf, the rule of the Land is left for Faceless demons. No matter the tale Amanfra chose to believe, the unchanging fact was that Ngutan still lived and still ruled and had dispatched his men to take over the Amanfra Palace by the start of the week.

 Days after the burial of their Chief, the people of Amanfra not only suffered at the hands of Ngutan, but they suffered from their own small mindedness and greed, and from the chains of their own gullible minds. They nursed the heavy sores of their past mistakes only to cover them with bandages that reeked of the same nauseating smell of past ignorance; For somewhere in Amanfra, an Officer Somebody was collecting tolls for the memorial burial of their long gone Chief, somewhere in Amanfra, a woman rolled on the banks of the River Nzi, chanting her husband`s name, asking that the gods reinstall him in office as a Palace guard, somewhere in Amanfra, two women stood in a fight, tearing each other`s blouses into bits after a race of insults over whose turn it was to scrub the public bathroom, somewhere in Amanfra young men boozed and cursed apathetically at an old Professor’s funeral saying ”All of life is useless ”, somewhere in Amanfra, on the dusty  road leading to the refuse dump, a young boy stood boasting to his friends, “I will one day be a great Chief of Amanfra and I will be richer and more powerful than Ngutan himself and you will be my slaves.”

THE END.

Written By: Alice Blighton

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SOMEWHERE IN AMANFRA

When the gun shots went up for the Celebration of the Kundum festival, the Women of Amanfra rolled down the husky hay mats hanging in front of their doors, turned over the dry mortars and every hollow thing  in their rooms, and told the Children to lie on their bellies.  The once joyous boom of the Ancestral guns that got the Amanfra women shinning their pots and pans in readiness for the Big  Feast of Kundum was no more. Instead of that fervent zeal of non chalance that characterized their beautiful slim black features on the eve of Amanfra`s biggest Festival, there was in this moment the reign of sullen apprehension coupled with the vexation of waiting.

The Women of Amanfra were almost alike, in the diversity of their different shades of Comportment. They knew when to indulge in flamboyant discourse and when to keep their teeth compact as a sign of reverence and restrain… and on this evening of silent wake keeping, they held a unanimous vigil in their individual homes In the hope of a turn of events. They spoke in whispers so the evil winds would not know their fears…and they were attentive. Attentive to everything around them: the sound of the wind, the croak of the frogs, the tiny flickers of the fireflies and their own shadows…because every bit of these things carried a meaning in such perilous times.

“Lie on your bellies” They repeated almost in harmony to their petrified children who yearned to ask where their fathers were and what was happening in their Village. They did not seem to understand what was being demanded of them, but they obeyed, out of fear and out of the belief they had in their mother`s words:

“If you lie on your back Papa will be defeated in Battle, so lie on your belly”, they said, plaguing the innocent minds of the younger ones with grave perplexity and worriment.

But in actual fact no one had openly declared War against the men of Amanfra.  The former Chief of Beyin (the Capital of the Nzema Traditional Area) Nana Annor Asaman the fifth, was never known to have troubled the people of Amanfra. He was a man of peace and a gentleman of great repute, known for his gentle council and fatherly rule, and although Beyin had for a long time been the political seat of governance in the affairs of smaller regions like Amanfra, Atuabo and Abata, none of these sub-communities had been summoned to Beyin on an “Order of Urgent Inquiry” which demanded all men of the Village to be present at Fort Beyin by dusk. This was the first time, and Amanfra was indeed preoccupied with the probable outcome. Not because the men of Amanfra were cowards, but because this conflict was beyond them. It was first and foremost, a conflict of the big Lords.

This battle had as Catalyst the egocentric desires of one man who had overtaken Beyin by storm, none other than the blood thirsty warrior nephew of Nana Annor Asaman (v), who was popularly known as Ngutan by the Youth of Beyin. After his enthronement by popular approval of the already palm-corrupted Council of Elders in Beyin, he stepped in the stead of his paralyzed Uncle, Nana Annor Assaman (V) as ruler of Beyin. Ngutan, was said to have grown up with violent Ivorian militant soldiers in a war torn zone in Ivory coast. He was a cunning man whose smile faded away quickly and easily. His deep set eyes, thick brows and sharp jaw bones was said to be an intimidating sight and when angered, the veins in his face throbbed with intensity and his hands were uncontrollable. His outer features were sharp and sinister but he did well to cover it all up with sugar coated Charisma and unparalleled smartness.

And so it turned out, that after Ngutan had been enthroned, his first area of “attack” was Amanfra, for he said that the Chief of Amanfra had disobeyed the tenets of Beyin and had sold out great chunks of lands to Belgian Investors and gone as far as enthroning a Whiteman as the Development Chief of the Amanfra Area, without consulting Beyin, or in other words without Ngutan`s consent. So, Ngutan`s anger was kindled towards Amanfra like the anger of a wife, against his huband`s Concubine, and he descended on Amanfra with fiery threats and crippling defiance declaring that he would ‘raze Amanfra to the ground and dine off Bua`s Liver”.  

The majority of the people entreated Bua, the Chief of Amanfra, to go before Ngutan and plead clemency over the Charges brought against him, for there could not be a dream where there was no sleep. In other words, there would be no war if Bua avoided the circumstances for war and calmed the raging storms. But Bua, was a man of wit, who had his dignity set on high shelves. He had for so long consolidated his rule and influence along the South Western lane of the Tano River, and across continents in his trade with the West. Belgians were his predominant allies, and to many of them he had sold huge masses of Beach lands and terrains, and the favors received on account of these auspicious deals were countless. As many of the Villagers murmured in the course of their

surreptitious evening gossips, his first Son had gained admission into a prestigious university in Europe by virtue of his many international contacts and three of his nephews were said to be on the verge of leaving the country for the “ Whiteman`s Land”. And of course, who in Amanfra could ever forget the ostentatious display of wealth during Nana Bua`s 50^th Birthday celebration two months ago. The whole of Amanfra had been fed from the overflow of Nana Bua`s Kitchen but just on that one occasion, they had had a feel of wealth, but just on that one occasion… when they got the blessed chance to see a 24 inch colored TV at close range and drink from plastic bottles and cups which they took back home as souvenirs. As soon as they stepped from his paved backyard unto their brown powdery roads, they could not help but boast to the rest of their relatives that they had been to paradise and back. They prattled on about the architectural design of Nana Bua`s house, the green grass that made funny noises under one`s feet and the sheer pleasure of watching his golden ceiling fan turn in circles. Some even swore to the fact that the WCs were magic ones that flashed by themselves.

Bua was not a fool to give up his empire of influence at the mere threat of a fellow man with beard and muscles, but he was not unwise to declare his stance or plans in haste. He was a man of tact. He sent a meek reply of submission to Ngutan`s demand to “summon Amanfra`s men before him by the break of day” and then he began to plan.                                            

                                                                          { II }

As the Akan Elders say, ‘If it were left to only the snail and the Tortoise, there would be no gunshot in the Bush” The Women of Amanfra secretly wished by their lighted Candles that this whole feud between their Chief Nana Bua and the Almighty Ngutan would end, so that life in Amanfra could take on its colourful Petals again. Bua and his men on the other hand seemed engulfed in a strategic plan for the defence of Amanfra, if the need arose, that is, if Ngutan in all his pride decided to declare war on Amanfra, they were also ready to STRIKE. The  Sages predicted that Ngutan was going to subdue and enslave Amanfra after a huge Battle in which many lives were going to be lost and such rumors got the women of Amanfra clutching their lower bellies in torment.

Maame Nzeh was one of the women who could have been said to have felt the sharpest pain of anxiety. Even before the Cocks gave out their disheartening crow for the start of another morning, she was staring through her tiny sieved window to find out if her husband was on his way back. She had heard through the winds of yesterday`s gossip that the talks on war had been suspended, that Almighty Ngutan had given the people of Amanfra and thereby Nana Bua, their Chief, an ultimatum. She did not know the detail but she knew that whatever resulted from this strife would hit her and her husband first.  As a palace guard in Bua`s palace and a member of his “Mazo” team: the team set up to mobilize the youth to undertake communal tasks, Maa Nzeh`s husband had for the past two years enjoyed Supernatural favors from Bua`s palace. Their Oven-sized mud hut had been extended and modified into a brick building and though it had not been fully plastered and the pink paint had not been enough to touch up on all the sides, they were by all standards the envy of Amanfra. The day they got in their rubber carpet and table top fridge, the whole of Amanfra heard of it and friends came by in groups for a chat and a sip of chilled water.  They were the first recipients of every good thing in the Village.

The first water pump was closest to their house, they owned their own set of public urinal and washroom so they did not have to trek way up to the hill in the bush as the rest of the civil villagers did in the evenings. They were privileged and they clearly lived the wise Saying of the Elders that the chick that stands by its mother gets the thigh of the Grasshopper. Maame Nzeh`s husbands closeness to Chief Bua had indeed earned the couple the so envied luxurious privileges of the court.

 

‘We are to surrender or prepare for War.” Maame Nzeh`s husband, popularly known as Officer Somebody, summarized to the anxious neighbors outside his house.

‘But our men are alright. Your hubands and Sons will return home by midday. Now be at peace and leave the rest to the Council of Elders.” He assured.

 The old Village Professor who lived in a one room shed on the left side beckoned him closer.

’Son, tell me, how does Ngutan really  look like?  Did you enter the Ancient Fort at Beyin, In fact, I have a fresh keg of palm Wine in my shed, why don`t we go in and chat man to man?’

The Officer declined, almost abhorred by the Old Professor`s infantile curiosity and trivial talk.

 

“Egya, my wife is waiting and it is you the Elders who say that the mouth that opens too wide surely invites a swarm of flies. Let us first thank the heavens for our lives, and for the safe return of our men. As for Ngutan and the affairs at Beyin, I prefer to say the least until the appropriate time. Goodnight.”

  Without doubt, the honorable Palace Guard of Amanfra had immeasurable skill and potential to protect his people, stand for what was right and defend the cause of justice. He executed his tasks with tact and considered his options carefully. He was brave, fearless and passionate,  but the only enemy that could conquer him was his greed. Earlier this year he bought an enviable motorbike and acquired his dream farmland by the Tano Lagoon where he began a large sugarcane plantation. By the end of the year, he hoped to start a poultry farm at Heman and then negotiate a good price with the Old navy Officer at Abatta for the land to build his own house; a huge house of full cement, not half brick half clay, but full cement, with Terrazzo pavement on the floor and quality Azar paint on the wall. In his mind`s eye, it looked even more glorious than Chief Bua`s Mansion. He had big plans. No wonder his palms were always greased, and when the proposals came his way he often could not find the strength to say No, no matter how dirty the deals were.

“So are you going to step down?” Maame Nzeh asked her husband when he paused to catch his breath in between mouthfuls.

“No, that is not an option. The leadership of Amanfra cannot just be dissolved because of one man`s wish. “The Officer echoed his fervent wishes.

“Indeed it can`t be!  Ngutan and his men at Beyin cannot come and laud it over us here in Amanfra, we are not their Slaves.” Maame Nzeh opined, throwing her proud chin in the air like the Queen she saw herself to be. She sat on a lower stool beside her husband removing the braids that she had fixed just three days ago. She planned on fixing a new one, a more stylish one, to go with the Kaba and slit she had sewn last week, just in case the usual women`s meeting at the Palace came on that Saturday. The Obaapa (meaning Good Woman, or Virtuous woman) was a kind of Saturday Evening Meeting organized by the old Queen Mothers of the Amanfra Palace to pass on the Values and Virtues of Womanhood from the older generation of women to the younger ones and to sensitize them on their roles in Society building. But the meeting had long lost it intended purpose and had gradually been stripped off its meaning as a result of constant bickering and rivalry among the women. All that was left of it was a Dress-Up competition in which the women displayed wigs that was the size of their pride and walked on heels that depicted the heights of their husbands` status.

Maame Nzeh went from untangling her braids to sorting her clothes. As soon as the sun came up, she would go to the River to wash. But all through the day, she kept thinking and imagining what her life would be if Ngutan invaded and subdued Amanfra. If the people of Amanfra suddenly had to serve and be subjected to the rule and dominion of Ngutan and the Chiefs at Beyin, what would her life turn into? Everything could change drastically. She may no longer be the wife of Officer Somebody and who knows, she may even end up as one of the Servants in Ngutan`s Palace. No, it could not be! She murmured a prayer amidst her husband`s loud snores, hoping that all of this life was not a flimsy dream.

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Written By: Alice Blighton.