The Drums of War
In 1955 Dahomey, an elderly woman named Sika recounts her life story to her grandchildren, revealing her past as one of the famed Agojie warriors. The narrative flashes back to the late 19th century, following a young Sika and her friends, Kemi and Afi, as they are conscripted and forged into elite soldiers. They are plunged into the brutal reality of the Franco-Dahomean wars, facing a technologically superior French army that includes the formidable Foreign Legion. Through devastating battles and profound personal loss, Sika witnesses the fall of her kingdom but survives to carry its true history, finally passing the story to a new generation and reclaiming their heritage from the colonial narrative.
In 1955 Abomey, Nana Sika begins recounting her life to her grandchildren Houéfa, Dossi, and Gbodja, correcting Sister Adeline's colonial narrative about the Agojie with the truth of her own experience. The story flashes back to 1889, where young Sika, Kemi, and Afi are forged into elite warriors under the brutal training of Dòkpè, learning that courage is not fearlessness but action despite fear. Sika guides her grandchildren through the ruins of the old compound, the place where she and countless other women slept and trained, awakening memories she has buried for sixty years. In the pre-dawn darkness, Dòkpè leads the exhausted recruits on grueling runs through jungle and road, testing their endurance and resolve with each punishing mile. After a relentless morning run, the hungry women return to the compound anticipating breakfast, but instead of rest and food, three urgent drumbeats shatter the air—not the rhythm of training, but a summons that freezes every conversation and draws the commanders away, signaling that war has come to Dahomey.
CHARACTERS
Legionnaire
protagonist
Nema
supporting
Fatu
protagonist
French marine
protagonist
Sika
protagonist
Dòkpè
supporting
Sena
supporting
King Béhanzin
supporting
Sister Adeline
supporting
Houéfa
supporting
Dossi
supporting
Gbodja
supporting
Kemi
supporting
Afi
supporting
Nawi
supporting
Nana Sika
protagonist
PAGE 1
Panel 1:Wide establishing shot of a mud-brick schoolroom in 1955 Abomey. Narrow windows cut fierce white bars of sunlight across the room. Children in European-style school clothes sit at wooden benches. At the front, Sister Adeline stands rigid in her spotless white habit and starched wimple, a framed Sacred Heart on the wall behind her. Flies hover at the windows. Houéfa sits at the front bench, back straight, blue cotton dress clinging with sweat, tight braids pulling at her scalp. Dossi sits beside her, round face alert. Gbodja sits behind them, shirt untucked on one side, closely cropped head gleaming with perspiration.
Narrator:“Abomey, Dahomey — 1955.”
Panel 2:Medium shot on Sister Adeline, pale face pink from heat, moisture along her upper lip. Her expression is severe, chin lifted. One finger taps her wooden rosary beads at her waist.
“Sister Adeline: The Agojie were heathens. They worshipped false gods and carried out the king's cruelest orders.”
Panel 3:Close-up on Houéfa and Dossi side by side. Houéfa's brow is furrowed, her expression grave and skeptical. Dossi looks at her sister with an equally confused face, mouth slightly open.
Panel 4:Medium shot of Gbodja on his bench behind the girls. His hand is raised, chin up, defiant. Several children around him have turned to look. Sister Adeline stares across the room at him from the front.
“Gbodja: Our father says they were great warriors.”
Panel 5:Over-the-shoulder shot from behind Houéfa, looking toward Sister Adeline at the front. Houéfa's hand is raised high. Sister Adeline's mouth is tight, her expression cautious. The framed Sacred Heart hangs on the wall above her.
“Houéfa: If they were poor soldiers, why did the French need rifles and cannon to defeat them?”
PAGE 2
Panel 1:Medium shot of Sister Adeline placing her book firmly on the desk. Her jaw is set, her expression controlled but strained. The chalk dust swirls around her.
“Sister Adeline: The Agojie were undisciplined women. Courage could not overcome modern weapons.”
Panel 2:Wide shot of the schoolyard as children burst through the gates into afternoon sunlight. Dust rises around bare feet and worn sandals. Voices fill the air. Houéfa, Dossi, and Gbodja walk together along the red-earth road, their shadows long ahead of them. Beyond the schoolyard, low red-brown walls and mango trees spread beneath a bleached sky.
Narrator:“The bell rang before anyone could ask another question.”
Panel 3:Medium shot of the three children walking together on the red-earth road. Dossi gestures expressively. Gbodja kicks a stone from the path. Houéfa walks with her arms folded, thinking.
“Gbodja: Sister Adeline says they were heathens. Dossi: Sister Adeline is French.”
Panel 4:Medium shot of Houéfa walking, looking straight ahead with a firm expression. Her school dress is dusty at the hem from the road.
“Houéfa: Dying does not mean they could not fight. Losing is not the same thing.”
Panel 5:Wide shot of the family compound entrance. The house is built of earth the color of dried blood, walls cool and faintly damp. A low roof casts deep shade across the doorway. In the yard beyond the crooked wooden gate, Nana Sika is bent over a cooking fire, stirring with a long wooden spoon. Steam rolls from the pot. A hen scratches among cassava plants nearby.
Narrator:“The room always carried the smell of Sika's life — woodsmoke, dried leaves, old wicker, pipe tobacco.”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:Close-up on Nana Sika's face in profile, lit by the cooking fire. She is tall and broad-shouldered, slightly stooped but not broken. Short silver-threaded hair at her temples. Fine ceremonial marks on her lined cheeks. A pale scar circles her left wrist. Her dark eyes are clear and sharp.
“Gbodja: We learnt about the Agojie today, Nana.”
Panel 2:Medium shot of Sika still stirring the pot, her back to the children. The wooden spoon has slowed. Her broad shoulders are still. A hen pecks at the ground near her feet.
“Gbodja: Sister Adeline says they were heathens. Sika: Perhaps they believed in different gods.”
Panel 3:Medium shot of Houéfa watching Sika closely, arms at her sides. Her expression is grave and alert, noticing something the others do not.
“Houéfa: She says the Agojie were poor warriors. Father says the opposite. Which one is true?”
Panel 4:Medium shot of Sika turning to face the three children. Her right hand has closed around her left wrist, directly over the pale scar. Her feet have shifted slightly, one ahead of the other. Her expression is composed but firm.
“Sika: They were fierce warriors. Very well trained. Very dangerous.”
Panel 5:Close-up on Sika's left wrist and right hand. The right hand grips the wrist tightly. The pale scar is clearly visible circling the wrist like a permanent bracelet. Her fingers are strong and creased with age.
“Gbodja: How do you know, Nana? Sika: Old people hear many things.”
