Princess Mandy

Komfo Anokye was taking a leisurely stroll through the ruined roads of the Citadel. Everywhere he went, the citizens stared at him with fear and hurriedly escaped into their shelters. Several kids pointed at his skin complexion and asked their mothers who he was before being pulled inside as though Komfo Anokye was a demon they had to avoid at all costs. In a way, they weren’t wrong. Komfo Anokye was indeed like a demon to those who were his enemies and usually he wouldn’t care about how people looked at him; however, hearing mothers warning their children to stay away from him because of what he looked like, hurt him. They judged him by the colour of his skin, not by what they knew. They judged him as an Ancient, as though they had ever met Ancients. It was clear that they had been brainwashed into thinking that Ancients were evil beings.

“If we really wanted to deal with you, your walls wouldn’t have been standing all this while,” Komfo Anokye sighed and thought silently. Why was th