20/02/2026
Her Golden Words
In the heart of 2010, while I was navigating the turbulent waters of SHS 2 at Asanteman Senior High School in Kumasi, my temperament was as volatile as a dormant volcano. I was Kofi Darko, a young man whose pride was a fragile glass sculpture, easily shattered by the sharp stones of mockery. My elder brother possessed a peculiar talent for finding the chinks in my armor, relentlessly peppering me with the stinging barb, "You are a fool." Each time those words left his lips, they acted as a spark to a powder keg, igniting a fury that usually ended in a physical confrontation....
In the heart of 2010, while I was navigating the turbulent waters of SHS 2 at Asanteman Senior High School in Kumasi, my temperament was as volatile as a dormant volcano. I was Kofi Darko…