Today I stumbled upon a poem by Ghanaian author Michael Dei Anang which made me think a lot about Cheikh Anta Diop‘s work of re-educating the world about the place of Africa in history as the cradle of humanity. Michael Dei-Anang was a member of President Kwame Nkrumah‘s (Ghana’s first president) main secretariat and was concerned with the liberation of the rest of Africa still under colonial rule, at the time. Enjoy!
When vision was short
and knowledge scant,
Men called me Dark Africa
I, who raised the regal pyramids
and held the fortunes of Conquering Caesars
In my tempting grasp.
Who nursed the doubtful child
On the wand’ring banks of the life-giving Nile,
And gave to the teeming nations
Of the West a Grecian gift.
11 thoughts on “‘My Africa’ by Michael Dei Anang”
“And gave to the teeming nations Of the West a Grecian gift”
And in reward, the West is encouraging fraudulent elections and unaccountable governments in Africa that will enable her continue to plunder Africa
One of these days, Africa will rise up like Rosa Parks to say éenough is enough we have a right to choose who rules us and is accountable but to us”
Thank you for posting that wonderful poem ES
Thank you Uncle Aaron… I totally agree with you
Thank you for gathering these invaluable resources and made it available for us. May God bless you! One can fill the authority of this man.
Yes Fortuna… One can tell that Michael Dei Anang was really working with Kwame Nkrumah.
Thank you for this, Dr. Y.
Thanks for commenting psalisu
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I love this.
Dr.Y you have brought me memories of my youthful days. M. F. Dei-Anang was my father. I am Kwesi Dei-Anang the 4th son of Michael and Cecilia.
The first line “in the pages of the past and I the faithless days of long ago” was left out in the quotation. I was around as a child when it was being composed. In any case that ommition does not minder the quality of these powerful words. You’ve made me proud tonight.
Thank you Dr. Kwesi Dei-Anang… the whole of Africa salute the work of your father, and the gift of his poems to all of us. Thank you for visiting the blog.
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