I AM MOVING BACK TO GHANA GOODBYE GERMANY | THE YEAR OF RETURN | AFRICA TO THE WORLD GHANA VLOG 7
Goodbye Germany I am moving back to Ghana.
Africa to the world
The year of return
Why The Year Of Return Is A Fraud!😮
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I AM MOVING BACK TO GHANA GOODBYE GERMANY | THE YEAR OF RETURN | AFRICA TO THE WORLD GHANA VLOG 1
https://youtu.be/97ttOW4KfFQ?t=4
GHANA THE YEAR OF RETURN | AFRICA TO THE WORLD | GHANA VLOG 2
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YEAR OF RETURN | GHANA IS HOME | AFRICA TO THE WORLD GHANA VLOG 3
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YEAR OF RETURN |AFRICA TO THE WORLD | GHANA VLOG 4
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GIRLS TRIP | AFRICA TO THE WORLD | THE YEAR OF RETURN | GHANA VLOG 5
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GIRLS TRIP 2 | AFRICA TO THE WORLD | YEAR OF RETURN | GHANA VLOG 6
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I celebrate Africa and people of African Ancestry all around the world.By Kwadwo Opoku-Agyemang
Elmina Castle, point of no return
I was there in the Cape Coast
Deep in the heart of Gold Coast
The ancient castle of slavery
Where deeds and misdeeds were committed
A castle where blacks were sold,
Chained, brutalised, depraved,
Beaten to death and fed to fishes
That's Elmina Castle
A Castle where man's mind was seared
Where my ancestors were squeezed
Through an apperture of no return
Where they were verified through Atlantic
Never to be seen again by their kinsmen
Elmina Castle, the place where blacks disappeared.
By Babatunde Aremu
The inhumanity of man to man
Mercilessness and hopelessness
Treachery and cruelty of the highest order
Was displayed in the brutality of El-mina
I wept and bled profusely in my heart
I shed unquantifiable tears of agony
When I saw how African peoples had been
Dehumanized and abused with impunity
I was at the male and female dungeons
A point of no return, a point of despair
They are hot, stuffy and suffocating prisons
Congested in an unhygienic manner
How on Earth can any sensible human
Treat a fellow human in this unkind manner?
Slave masters are indeed raw brutes
They are horrible monsters and murderers
Africa and Africans have been cheated
Today, slave masters have turned away their heads
Should we just lament and complain each day
Or should we demand for reparation?
By Yusuf Adamu
Africa my Africa
Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs
Africa of whom my grandmother sings
On the banks of the distant river
I have never known you
But your blood flows in my veins
Your beautiful black blood that irrigates the fields
The blood of your sweat
The sweat of your work
The work of your slavery
Africa, tell me Africa
Is this your back that is unbent
This back that never breaks under the weight of humilation
This back trembling with red scars
And saying no to the whip under the midday sun
But a grave voice answers me
Impetuous child that tree, young and strong
That tree over there
Splendidly alone amidst white and faded flowers
That is your Africa springing up anew
springing up patiently, obstinately
Whose fruit bit by bit acquires
The bitter taste of liberty.
By David Diop
