Elsewhere, Nana kwame was lying helplessly on the shores of the coast and thought that was the end of it all. He said to himself, "I think it is time for me to go to the other world. At least it is better to die on the shores than to be killed by a priest." The sun from the sky was turning dim to his sight, about to give up his spirit and fell unconscious.

Some explorers from other britain arrived at the coast and saw Nana kwame lying unconscious and being wounded. One of the men said,"I'm sure they wanted to kill him, and luckily he survived. Because you can see the bullet behind his shoulder."

"So what are we going to do? Because if they come here and they find out he's still alive they'd surely harm him," said the others. So they decided to take him to one of their rest rooms and to be taken care of the doctors they brought along. After several hours of treatment he finally regained consciousness. He jumped immediately he saw and realised the people around him were different. He wondered where he was and if he had the slightest chance he would take to his heels.
One of the doctors went closer to him but Nana kwame was talking in a gibberish manner to the doctor. The doctor himself realised he was an illiterate and also did not understand English. Luckily they had someone who was able to understand Nana Kwame's local dialect because he was from his village. So they made him the interpreter of whatever Nana kwame would say.
So the interpreter went to Nana kwame and asked him what landed him wounded...