Ghanaian Chronicle

The Road To Paradise, On The Plateau!

Date published: March 20, 2013

Ghana-Paragliding-FestivalMy dad used to tell his children he was born the same year “Nana Yaa Asantewaa” fought a war AGAINST THE BRITISH in Ashanti. We know that to be the year, 1900 AD.  That being the case, Adolf Hitler must have been 11 years older than my dad.  The nice old man also narrated to us all about the road connections from Nkawkaw up the Kwahu Scarp, and how they were constructed. When I first went up the hill on a serpentine road in a motorcar, the eerie feeling I had, around the when I was around ten, cannot be described in detail any more, even though I haven’t forgotten it all, and let it make sense all the same.  On one occasion, you go up or come down the hill in a serpentine manner, this being the way the road was made. Going up and coming down, each about six kilometres, but coming down at one time, it would seem you saw a “longer serpent,” or so you would feel.  From the Obomeng-township, you would dip down outright, almost without compromise.  You would observe the steep faces of the “dynamited rocks” weeping out almost “crystalline” tears into the culverts.  After about six kilometres, you would have reached the road that otherwise headed for Kumasi, in Ashanti.  If you turned right, it would have nothing whatsoever to do anymore, with the Kwahu scarp. To return into the bustling township of Nkawkaw in Kwahu, you would make a left turn. The two roads would take you either up, or down the hill. Going up, you heard people call the hill “Odwenanoma.”  This is the name of the deified rock, out of which, similar to the one just descended, would take you up instead. It is semi-serpentine, or say, “zed-shaped.”   Water would be observed to be rippling out of the perpendicularly-cut “face of the giant rocks.” Both children and adults would feel uneasy in moments as they did go up and down the roads. There had been bauxite mining around the area wedged in-between the hills, which rendered “The British Empire A WAR SERVICE – 1939 till 1945”.  As those then of age are now so few in number in the community, less is heard about the “war-time bauxite mines.”  So, why don’t you let us concentrate our attention on up the hill, and the big event to expect in a little over two weeks – “THE EASTER IN KWAHU!”   Just until about seventy-five years ago, the Kwahus were mainly cocoa farmers. They lived in faraway places from their farms, even if these were in Kwahu too.  This was the time when you travelled the whole day by “lorry,” and moved only some twenty miles. The cocoa season had its peak at Christmas time. It was, therefore, time to make money, and not to make merry – Easter?  Come then for a dance. In Kwahu, it was time for getting married, settling old scores, happily all the time, and to build up their townships. Things have changed since three scores. The Kwahus now do everything else, including some cocoa farming.  What is more, the weather is good the time Easter falls.  Kwahu is a chilly area, even if not quite like the Alps.  Have you heard anything called ”flying in the air from Atibie to Nkawkaw, and back again,” and otherwise enjoying German Sausage at Obomeng and Obo? Some call it “SHOW JUMPING”. You are taken in a glider down the hill, whilst Nkawkaw looks like New York City below, even if for a moment.  You are taken care of by world-class experts.  Then you are back again in a matter of minutes for another go, if you so desire.  Added to that, whilst up the hill, the mountain disappears.  The undulating plateau stretches kilometres -wise, until you reach Adawso, and the Volta Lake greets you, almost like a calm ocean.  Other alternatives exist: At Kwahu-Tafo, you come face to face with Mount Buruku. The similarity with Mount Fuji of Japan would make you want to get nearer. And why don’t you?  At Mpraeso, you could make the turn which takes you to Abetifi, where the Presbyterian Church has a University College. Before then, you could visit St. Peter’s College, from where your son can most easily assuage a medical school.  From Abetifi, you could continue to Pepease, where not only “Modak Hotel” would treat you to Tilapia you haven’t tasted before, but you could just view across the skies to the Volta Lake yet again.  But, if you should still have appetite for raw adventure, look for Abene, the Paramount Chief’s abode – if you should be interested in history, THAT SHOULD BE THE PLACE. Are you fitted with a V8?  If so, continue from Abene, and after “Mr. Atekye’s Royal Executioner’s Abode” at Ankaase, turn right for the direction that would take you to Sempoa, and just let someone tell you how the place came by the name.  You could get back to Nkawkaw through “Suminakese”, where oxygen is pumped “by God Himself from under the Earth.” Won’t you want to experience this whilst you watch the beautiful rock-mountains no-one could show you anywhere else? Surely, you would want to give it a thought.

Kofi Dankyi Beeko, MD.  E-mail: [email protected]

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