THE TRUE BLACK MAN
I am the son of a black man
I grew up in a typical African traditional community
A community where every elderly person was seen as a parent
A community where the needs of one person was a major concern to all
I was brought up in a friendly environment
I was nurtured in the ways of my forefathers
I was trained with the rod
I was raised to fear and respect the elderly
I ate from bowls and drank from cups made of clay
I danced to music played with instruments carved out of wood
I dressed in Kente cloth and wore amulets that bear the blessings of the gods
I witnessed both the beautiful and terrible part of the African culture
I dined with the gods and ate from...