The Dead American

A fictional cautionary tale

By, TB Henry-Obwoge

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It was midday the sun was scorching Accra, it was 40°C. After a weekend of relaxation Emmanuel was returning to complete construction on the uncompleted house in the East Legon section of the city.

The work had been paused for more than the weekend though. There had been an issue where their boss Jacob had told them…

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TB Obwoge

TB Obwoge

President of Lacey’s House [Nonprofit-NGO] — I ✍🏽 about random topics-📸-Africa-🇬🇭🇰🇪🇲🇼traveling-Gender Issues-Mental Health-Child Rights-📚-🌏