Tell My Son To Hold Unto His Gun

ggest cocoa farm in the village, which made him the richest and most popular man in the village besides the chief and the royal family. By nature, my father had a warm, frank and open personality. He

ters in the village at the age of twenty as for wedding no matter how hard I tried, I never could keep pace with my father. One Saturday, at dawn I had a dream about the killer beast, he had attacked three hunters in the forest but one managed to escaped back to the village and just when he was about to tell his story containing details of his encounter the beast to the people who had gathered around him, my father knocked on my door. ''Atoapoma'' he sometimes called me by the appellation of my real name, Kwame, my father Komi said get ready and we are going to the farm. I looked out through the window and the sky had cleared slightly but it was still dark. I stretched my limbs with all my muscles to it's full length on the bed and wondered why we were going to the farm two hours earlier than usual this morning. I meekly nodded and stood up obed