Subtitle: An American Secretary, Her Royal Destiny, and the Inspiring Story of How She Changed an African Village
At first, Peggy Bartels thought it was a joke. The 2008 phone call from her native Ghana delivered the news that she had been selected King of Otuam, an impoverished fishing village of a few thousand souls. There she was: a secretary in the Ghanaian embassy in Washington, D.C., an American citizen, the owner of a condo with a mortgage that was under water.
Otuam had been ruled by her late Uncle Joseph, so poor that Peggy sent him money every month to help him get by. The royal palace was in ruins and, as King Peggy soon found out, the council of elders that ruled the village was corrupt to its core. And the treasury had a zero balance. The financial burden of rehabbing the palace – required so as not to dishonor her ancestors – and giving the late King a spectacular funereal send-off would be on Peggy’s shoulders.
Leaving a trusted cousin in place as her regent while she returns to America, Peggy agonizes over how she is going to provide running water to her village, build a high school, fund a library – and pave the potholed roads. King Peggy is a story of her first two years as king.
Although the book blurb compared King to Alexander McCall Smith’s African detective Precious Ramotswe, King Peggy is in a category all by herself, one that she needn’t share with a fictional character. No, King Peggy is the real deal.
This book is definitely an autobiography, but it’s written in third person, which I found odd at first. But King Peggy gives readers a snapshot of a culture that’s worlds away from ours in America. We may read about Africa in newspapers, see it on the news –King Peggy provides much more insight into the lives of ordinary Ghanaians, and the extraordinary life of one of its kings.
Review based on published-provided copy of King Peggy.








