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Homeless at home
He was thrilled. He never felt so liberated.
He looked as though nothing else was more important.
He looked for once so much relaxed and lighthearted.
He felt at home right there at that very moment.
It was as if he had been in the promised land.
He looked forward to enjoying a nice weekend.
He left behind his study mood for a good time.
His books, pens and papers were quickly packed away.
But sadly the blissful getaway didn’t last.
He heard the ringbell. This was the end of the day.
He was recklessly torn apart from his homeland.
Estranged, the black boy Fafa felt lost and homeless.
Home was too far away from his cherished dreamland.
And one foot on the doorstep as he pushed the door,
He felt suddenly heavy, shocked, lonely and poor,
As he struggled to escape an unwelcomed land.
He was visited by sad feelings from his past.
He felt rage and despair as fear roamed far and wide.
His paradise had suddenly come to an end.
The one from which he was removed and had to hide.I intend to embark on reading Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome by Dr. Joy DeGruy that might bring some light about the experience of the black boy I have described.
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Post traumatic slave syndrome is a must read, especially for confused and miseducated Afrikans. I’m not familiar with the work of Kwasi Konadu but I will check it out.
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Definetely a must. I’m starting it over the weekend. Cheers
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Thanks for this. It looks impressive. I will add it to my list.
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