The oppressive heat of the midday sun bore down on Kotoka International Airport, but the crowd of dignitaries remained undeterred. Among them stood the President of Ghana, flanked by ministers, military generals, and representatives of foreign nations. Whispers filled the air, all focused on the mysterious arrival of a young man—only 18 years old—said to be the most powerful person in the world. The tension was palpable; everyone knew that this person held the sixth Black Diamond card, a symbol of unimaginable power and influence, with the other five cards possessed by the world’s superpowers.
Despite offers from various countries to transport him via private jet, the mysterious figure had insisted on flying as a regular passenger. His stern warning had left the superpowers scrambling, and the mere thought of disobeying him was unthinkable. Now, as they waited in anticipation, the air was thick with curiosity and unease.
Among the onlookers was a young man, Yaw Boakye, who moved inconspicuously through the airport, his face obscured by a hat and sunglasses. Breathing a sigh of relief, he deftly maneuvered past the crowd and made his way to a secluded spot. There, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. The President of Ghana answered almost immediately.
“Go back with your entourage,” Yaw ordered in a calm but commanding voice. “I don’t want anyone to know who I am.”
The President, taken aback, hesitated for a moment before replying, “Yes, sir.”
The sudden change in the President’s demeanor shocked everyone around him. The man who wielded the most power in Ghana had just been reduced to complete submission over a phone call. Without further explanation, he cleared the airport, leaving the crowd in confusion and awe.
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Yaw hailed a taxi, giving directions to a location in the slums, a place that once held significance in his life. But when he arrived, the area had changed beyond recognition. The once run-down neighborhood had been redeveloped, and no one seemed to remember Baron and the kids he sought. Frustration welled up within him as he realized that seven years had passed, and the memories of the past had faded into obscurity.
Undeterred, Yaw secured a plane ticket to Kumasi and headed straight to the home of Queenstar and Mariam. When he arrived, he found only Mariam’s parents, Clement El-Duah and his wife Sylvia, at home. They informed him that Mariam had married a young businessman named Christopher and was now struggling with their business. Queenstar, on the other hand, was a university student, currently on campus.
With no one else to see, Yaw continued his journey to his village, where his parents lived in seclusion, hiding from the dangers posed by Akrobeto. The sight of their modest dwelling stirred emotions within him, but he kept them in check. His parents were overjoyed to see him, but there was an undercurrent of fear in their eyes—fear of the world they had escaped and fear of the man their son had become.
“I will take you back today,” Yaw said, his voice firm.
His parents hesitated, their fear palpable. Sensing their reluctance, Yaw handed them a large sum of money, causing them to gasp in shock. The amount was far beyond anything they had ever seen.
“This is just a fraction of what I’ve accomplished,” he explained, his voice calm but resolute.
His father, overwhelmed by the revelation, quickly grabbed his phone and searched online, his hands trembling. What he found confirmed Yaw’s words—their son was not only powerful but known worldwide. The truth hit him like a tidal wave, and he fainted, prompting Yaw and his mother to revive him with water.
Yaw reassured his family, promising to arrange for a new home in Kumasi within a few days. Once that was settled, he knew his next course of action was clear. He had unfinished business to attend to, a past to reclaim, and a future to shape.