Wapipi stepped forward. “Give back the drum, or I’ll let Afua recite her poetry.”
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They brought the drum back to the palace at dawn. The Lunsi embraced Wapipi, and the seven clans agreed to a truce—over a massive bowl of jollof rice. As a reward, Wapipi was given a magical walking stick that could turn into a chicken when needed. Adzo became his apprentice, and Afua demanded new handlebars. Wapipi stepped forward
“That depends,” he said, squinting. “Are you selling fresh palm wine or bringing trouble?” The Lunsi embraced Wapipi, and the seven clans
“The drum doesn’t just make music,” she whispered. “It keeps the peace between seven warring clans. Without it, by the next full moon, the Volta Region will turn into a chaos of flying fufu bowls and angry ancestors.”
The bicycle began: “Oh, rusty chain of destiny…”
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