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.
As Wapipi approached, the stool hummed. The drum in his hands began to vibrate. Suddenly, the fabric on the loom wove itself into a pattern that depicted a man with Wapipi's exact face crossing a river of crocodiles. ghana adventures of wapipi jay esewani part 2
A voice—ageless, genderless, and patient—spoke from the leaves: "You came for adventure. But adventure came to find you. The drum you carry holds the rhythm of a lost tribe. Take it to the W.E.B. Du Bois Memorial Centre in Accra. There, the final lock will open." Most tourists would run
In the center of the clearing stood a replica of the Golden Stool—not the real one (which, as any Ghanaian knows, is never to be sat upon and is hidden from the eyes of foreigners), but its echo . As Wapipi approached, the stool hummed
"This drum belongs to the Asofyaani —the warriors who protected the Golden Stool," she said. "You must take it to the Grove of the Lost Kings. But Wapipi Jay Esewani, the path is guarded by a spirit who does not like outsiders."