Ghana Calls by W.E.B Du Bois

Dedicated to Kwame Nkrumah I was a little boy, at home with strangers.    I liked my playmates, and knew well,    Whence all their parents came; From England, Scotland, royal France    From Germany and oft by chance The humble Emerald Isle. But my brown skin and close-curled hair Was alien, and how it grew, none knew;Continue reading “Ghana Calls by W.E.B Du Bois”