In late 2017, I was living in London when a powerful wave of emotion began to overwhelm me.
Tears and anger surfaced unexpectedly every time Nana Yaa Asantewaa's name entered my thoughts or conversations.
Strangely, her name was recurring often, as if the universe was urging me to pay attention.
It felt as though her spirit was calling to me, tugging at my consciousness and demanding my focus.