One day the twins met by surprise at a corner among the sweet-apple avenues, and stared at each other for a full two minutes.
Thus Kwaku, suddenly without identity, would give out more goodness in compensation: nameless he scrubbed people's floors, nameless, he would bath reluctant dogs.
Pokuaa will get you! She will produce so much wealth in Tukwan here that not even all the gold of Asante will challenge it!
Kwame Atta was the bad twin, and his chin was strong enough to box with, even with the sun on his tongue.