My name is Yaw Badu, but in this town, everyone knows me as Big Man. If you ever ask for “big” around here, they’ll point straight to my house. I’m the only one they call Big Man — you won't get lost.
I’ve been a hunter for over thirty years. Hunting runs in my blood. My father was a hunter too, and I used to follow him through the forest when I was just a boy. He taught me how to handle a gun and track animals. Later, I moved to Nigeria for a while, but I returned to Ghana around 1983. Since then, I’ve never looked back — hunting has been my life.
Let me be honest: hunting is not for the faint-hearted. If you're not brave, you can't hold a gun, let alone survive in the wild. The bush is not only full of animals — it holds secrets. Strange things happen there. Things you don’t speak of lightly. In fact, some experiences are so terrifying, you can't even share them with your wife. If you do, she might start fearing for your life every time you step out with your rifle.
“Have you ever seen a ghost in the bush?”
That’s what the interviewer asked me.
And I said, “Yes, I have.”
It was during a trip to Enchi Sewoam, near the border. I had gone on a night hunt but didn’t catch anything. On my way back, I saw something strange — a black figure standing in the middle of the road. I kept walking, expecting it to move, but it just stood there, silent and still. Fear gripped me, but something — I don’t know what — gave me the courage to keep going.
As I got closer, just a few steps away, the black figure suddenly turned into thin air and vanished. Just like that. I didn’t waste time. I walked straight home. When I shared the story with my friends, they were shocked.
“You’re brave,” they said. “We would’ve run!”
I told them, “That’s not an option in the bush. You run, you fall, and that could be the end of you.”
Another time, after I moved here to Sekere, I had an eerie encounter. It was around 1 a.m. and I had set out for another hunt. On the trail, I suddenly saw a bright light shining in the distance. I flashed my torchlight toward it — and instantly, the light disappeared. I turned off my own torch and kept walking.
A few moments later, I saw something black approaching from the opposite direction. As we passed each other, I realized it was a woman. Just like that — no words, no sound, just presence. And believe it or not, that night, I caught an antelope.
The forest sees everything. It hears everything. But it doesn’t always explain itself.
To be continued...
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