The World Ruler - Part 10

The tiny little town of Anloga located in the Volta Region at the Gulf of Guinea with the impressive Keta Lagoon behind, a tourist destination close to the border to Togo and a bizarre small island Alakple prominently dominating Keta Lagoon was the last call of the day for King Thomas on his inspection tour of the Ghana National Chocolate Trail reaching from the north, south, to the east and west of the country. His car stopped. He got out, stretched his legs from the long drive. One car stood in front of his own, one car in the back with local Police Forces ensuring his safety on the ground in the area he had never been able to pay a visit before due to his overwhelmingly overloaded work schedule. The locals were excited, never before had anyone from Accra or Bergo paid them a courtesy visit less the King of the new Kingdom of Ghana. They were jumping and jumping filled with joy. King Thomas faced simple-minded people, most of the older once still unable to read and write while the young generation was attending school for free at the nearest school complex that had provided boarding facilities for students from the surrounding rural communities. Each house was serviced with electricity, 5G network connection and running tap water in all houses. Only a few roads needed to be constructed new again. The sewage system with underground pipes had been completed one year ago much to the delight of all community members.

King Thomas greeted them one by one and was relieved to look into happy, smiling faces. Especially the older women of the town were the once that was so dear to his heart for which reason he took all of them into his arms to pay his respect for their life achievements and their sacrifices made for their families. One old lady her skin dried out covered all in wrinkles was standing aside outside the stone house that volunteers had constructed for her, a simple house yet a house with everything she had never expected to call her own in her life caught his special attention. King Thomas separated himself quietly from the noisy crowd to face the special old lady. An interpreter told him she once was seen as a witch by her community and send to Gnani camp. She had thought her life would end there in a mud hut and that she would never be able again to see her family. When the day had come, and bulldozers had crushed the camp how happy she was. This King Thomas could see to visible and touching in her old eyes, eyes that seemed only to be open to thank the man that had set her free from the misery her own black people with their black mind once had brought upon her life. The King felt deep in his heart the love that woman had for her children and the passion she felt for her country, not so much for her nation as her nation had failed her under the management of her own people. But the loved she had for mother Ghana, for the beaches, the sand, the palms, the bushes, the food and their cultural identity, the richness of a truly blessed country, only wrongly managed by the mind of the black man with black sense. The old lady saw the tears of the King right before he eyes. She took a white handkerchief, dried like a mother the tears out of the eyes of her white King Thomas and smiled at him. It was her that took him into her skinny arms and gave him comfort. When she realized and saw the gesture of Clayton Matloho, Minister for Culture and Education, born in Pretoria, South Africa, accepted in the Cabinet by Mawuena Trebarh to learn and assist in the transformation process of Ghana from darkness to light so that one day he could serve his own nation better than the generations of Ministers before to make King Thomas aware of the next appointment, she kissed the King and permitted him to leave. King Thomas took the last breath, the last hugh, turned around to follow Minister Clayton Matloho into a humble house painted all in white with a bizarre decoration of brown colour to stand in a manufacturing facility making individual chocolate, a place of great innovation and experimenting, stepping out of the box to set sail to accomplish highest possible quality and perfection in shape and taste, in marketing and making people understand that chocolate indeed is the only thing on earth that by itself makes a human truly happy, other products and services need imagination and marketing of happiness to give people the feeling to be happy and someone.

"I am very impressed of what I can see before my very own eyes, Sir," congratulated King Thomas the Chocolate Maker and smiled at him, "very impressed indeed!"

The Chocolate Maker showed him all stations at which in his small manufacturing facility his ideas of chocolate would be assembled and said with great pride in his voice: "Here you can see...please have a bite and taste it very slowly...best you close your eyes to get the most of flavours to know which are inside. Can you feel heaven on earth in your mouth?"

King Thomas did as he was asked to do and tried to recall any great taste of the past in Europe, but none of them was matching close to the piece of chocolate in his mouth, tender, clear in all its ingredients saying: "Sir, you have done well...no, you have done phantastic...so fantastic that I can honestly proclaim as the King of this nation, Ghana chocolate is by far the best in the world by taste and by creativity. Switzerland and Belgium are great countries stuck in the past, a glorious past I may say...but this level...they have never reached. This taste of great dark chocolate...I mean not too dark just right in texture...and the freshness of coconut and coconut water with a creamy texture of milk and honey completed with mango and pineapple crunch...never ever had I the privilege to taste such a heavenly delight...never in all my old age!"