The Accountant turned writer George Kwaku Nti's book is primarily character driven and interweaving the background of his native Ghana, West Africa. Have you missed the glory days of the giants African novelists like Chinua Achebe- "Things fall Apart," Ayikwei Armah, Marriana Ba, Nurudin Farra, Ngugi Wa Thiong'u and many great others? The good news is that, you are fortunate, George is original and the new breed to take you far than you ever imagined in the world of novel. This book is compulsory reading for anyone in the world seeking to understand, feel, entertain and enjoy the true beauty of African novel. It brings to light the much talked about rich Ghanaian-Akan culture, artistic display of pure African fiction literature and the timeless preserved rich poetic-spoken monument displayed by the brilliant characters from that part of the world. Also experience the exotic culture from Ghana, the gateway of Africa in how to bid greatest farewell to the dead with much pump.This book demonstrates how young Brako and his three mutual friends learns quickly to overcome their fiercest obstacles when mother nature beat them harder by wiping out their entire families too quickly beyond their imagination from the onset of their life's journey. Their tragedy rather turns them into super success conscious young students from local school posing potent threat to their academic rivals from good private schools and beyond. How they fought harder when their wars become harder demonstrates their emotional intelligence and quality of their upbringing. ..."My love reached in for the latch and my inner heart beat wild and bleed." ... "No tears, for I'm stone, but my clouded reflection eyes me like super eagle sporting its prey from far distance; there is never an end to dust and dusting." Says the King ..."Brako's face was eager and strong, his eyes were as clear as clean water, and took him to the other side of the river to looked on, and his looks went everywhere; the dropping of the daylight in the west to see the mats of algae that clung to the surface like scabs, insects flying up to and fro in his face, frogs jumping and sprinting from one place to another; and black-eye crabs and turtles splashing off into the green edge of the river, and river weeds whipping to the wind direction." ... Brako says to himself, "I bid myself to the top of this great afternoon, land of great desire where joy, beauty and greatness has no ebb, decay no flood; what a rolling hills before my eyes, your beauty is forever my mind's touch." "Tomorrow God willing we will battle down the Gate of Troy with our pen. As the old adage goes; "pen is mightier than sword;" I didn't come here for sand but rather to add my name deep onto the eternal stone of the academic pole in this school."