Adzo cracked it open. Inside was not milk, but a shimmering map showing a trail from the Gambaga Escarpment to a mysterious location labeled “The Silent Disco of the Savannah.”
“That depends,” he said, squinting. “Are you selling fresh palm wine or bringing trouble?” Ghana Adventures Of Wapipi Jay Esewani Part 2 UPD
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.” Adzo cracked it open