The Foreign Legion Arrives
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 guides her grandchildren through the ruins of the royal palace, revealing how the French erased Dahomey's history by stealing the sacred royal figures—the bird of King Ghézo, the lion of King Glélé, and the shark of King Béhanzin. Flashing back to 1892, the peace between Dahomey and France collapses as the Agojie wage a hidden war against French supply lines, ambushing porters and destroying ammunition to starve the advancing army. During a supply column attack, Sika witnesses the arrival of a new enemy: the Foreign Legion, disciplined soldiers from many nations bound by blue sashes and unflinching obedience, marching with precision that terrifies her more than cannon fire. As Sena's unit stalks the French column near Dogba, a younger Agojie named Fala is lanced to death by Senegalese cavalry, and when Sika and Kemi are forced to leave her body behind, Afi burns with rage and swears there must be a price—and Sena, staring grimly toward the distant French column, replies, 'There will be.'
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 shot of the ruins of the royal palace compound in Abomey. Enormous earthen red walls loom against a pale sky, their surfaces cracked and weathered. Weeds push through packed earth between crumbled structures. Nana Sika, an elderly tall woman in a faded indigo wrapper, walks quickly ahead of three children: Houéfa in a blue school dress, Dossi in simple clothes, and Gbodja in shorts and an untucked shirt. The children crane their necks at the vast scale of the place.
Narrator:“Abomey, 1955. The royal compound had always been forbidden.”
Panel 2:Medium shot of Nana Sika walking with a spring in her step, one hand extended toward the shell of a collapsed building. Her face is animated, her clear dark eyes bright. The three children cluster behind her, looking where she points.
“Nana Sika: Ruined walls once rose here. Courtyards filled with women, voices, movement.”
Panel 3:Close-up on Dossi's upturned face, eyes wide with wonder, mouth slightly open as she looks at the enormous structures around her.
“Dossi: How many Agojie were there, Nana?”
Panel 4:Medium shot of Nana Sika pausing before a vast red wall. A yawning breach marks where the main entrance once stood. Rotting timber and a rusted iron frame are all that remain of the gates. Sika stares through the opening.
“Nana Sika: So many that you could see women every day whom you had never seen before.”
Panel 5:Wide shot as Nana Sika steps through the breach in the wall, entering a broad courtyard. The three children follow close behind, unusually quiet. Before them in the center of the courtyard stands a long stone plinth — empty. Three broad marks remain on its surface where something heavy once stood. Young trees have taken root in the surrounding earth.
“Nana Sika: Beyond these walls stood the palace of King Béhanzin.”
PAGE 2
Panel 1:Medium shot of the three children approaching the empty stone plinth slowly. Weather has softened its edges and dark moss clings to one side. Three broad marks are clearly visible on its surface. Houéfa reaches out and traces one mark with her fingers.
“Houéfa: Statues?”
Panel 2:Medium shot of Nana Sika standing before the plinth, her hand raised to indicate the first empty space on the left. Her expression is serious and deliberate.
“Nana Sika: Not statues like the French put in their squares. These were royal figures. Part man, part animal.”
Panel 3:Close-up on Nana Sika's hand pointing to the first empty space on the plinth. The stone surface shows the outline of where something once stood.
“Nana Sika: King Ghézo stood there — body of a man, head of a bird with bright plumage.”
Panel 4:Medium shot of Nana Sika, her hand moving to the second empty space. The three children watch attentively behind her.
“Nana Sika: King Glélé stood beside him. Part man, part lion. His strength warned all enemies.”
Panel 5:Close-up on Nana Sika's face as she turns toward the third and final empty space. Her voice and expression carry weight — her jaw firm, her eyes distant with memory.
“Nana Sika: And there stood Béhanzin. He had the body of a man and the head of a shark.”
Panel 6:Wide shot of Nana Sika resting one hand on the empty plinth. The children stand around her in silence. The vast empty courtyard stretches behind them, weeds and young trees reclaiming the packed earth.
“Nana Sika: The shark guarded the sea. France could place ships on the water — but the shark declared it did not belong to them.”
PAGE 3
Panel 1:Medium shot of Gbodja studying the three marks on the plinth's surface, crouching low to examine them. His brow is furrowed.
“Gbodja: Where are they now?”
Panel 2:Medium shot of Nana Sika, her hand resting flat on the empty plinth. Her gaze is steady and direct at the children.
“Nana Sika: The French took them. They carried them across the sea as proof that France had defeated Dahomey.”
Panel 3:Close-up on the three children's faces — Houéfa grave and watchful, Dossi's round face stricken, Gbodja's jaw set with unusual seriousness. They stare at the plinth.
Panel 4:Medium shot of Nana Sika pointing toward the three empty spaces in turn, her finger moving deliberately from left to right. The children watch her hand.
“Nana Sika: The bird was Ghézo. The lion was Glélé. The shark was Béhanzin. Our history was carried in animals, colours, songs, carvings and stories.”
Panel 5:Close-up on Nana Sika's face, her eyes fixed on the children. Her expression is fierce and certain.
“Nana Sika: The French did not merely take three pieces of wood. They took three kings and tried to make Dahomey forget.”
