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Once upon Accra
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    Time 4h 46m
Complete, First published Feb 02
Written in a diary format, Once Upon Accra is a tale that follows Caiaphas affectionately known as Clev by his peers, a vivacious pre-teen boy as he attempts to navigate the evolving dynamics of his relationship with his father, the adults in his life and his friends. The story is set against the backdrop of a newly independent Ghana in the 1970s. Clev's account gives us a glimpse into societal changes that begin to accompany the country's newfound independence. Through events outside his control, his perception of his father undergoes a profound transformation. The illusion of his perfect family shatters as the layers are peeled back. Once Upon Accra exquisitely provides the delicate balance between childhood innocence, the awakening understanding of the complexities within the adult world and the woes of a nation in transition.
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