He made storytelling his second job and loved making children laugh. During the day he sold food at the market and at night he told stories. Sometimes the children would walk miles away just to come and sit by the fire and listen to my grandmother tell stories about the different types of people she had met on her journey. The children and younger ones came and hung around the fire. My grandmother stood among the drummers and everyone focused their eyes on her. Everyone was very quiet, as if they were in the library reading their favorite books. Kids were running around like it was Halloween and trick-or-treating in the streets. The children loved listening to and learning lessons from my grandmother's stories. My grandmother inspired many people in her village and you could say that she was the voice in the wilderness that spoke to many people. Akousa helped many people but after his tragic accident he could no longer help anyone