The Ripple
Written by Comfort Owusu
The sun was just rising over the sleepy village of Eloma, casting golden rays across the river that wound through the hills.
The sun was just rising over the sleepy village of Eloma, casting golden rays across the river that wound through the hills. It was there, at the edge of the water, that twelve-year-old Kofi stood barefoot, his heart pounding like a drum.