“The Return of the Native”

Kwesi Brew

“(To My Dearest Sister, Dr. Maya Angelou)

Cape Coast Castle

There are dungeons in the Cape Coast Castle

Now without their cast-iron gates

Where, all the evil spirits of slavers, pirates,

And buccaneers,

Suspended head-down in brown incarceration

Under the frowning vigilance

Of Nana Tabir, the first of equals among the tutelar gods.

Seventy-seven, of this ancient town of Efutu;

There in dank misery condemned to be


For the period of their lives

And the lives of generations after them and those after them

Till the end of time; judged and condemned

Their souls are coffined in the bodies of the bats,

Whose eyes burn like smoldering coals but see nothing

And they languish as bats in the hole.

Where they can hear the hissing and booing of the rollers

Of the Atlantic Sea

But sail on it no more; No passage for the wicked, says the


There in the dungeon they stagnate.

In the worm-infested turpitude of their crimes;

And the worms multiply by leaps and years;

And tadpoles scorn the pollution of the puddle.

Only the mosquito, guerrilla of days,

Immerse its larvae hanging them aslant in the water

With their proboscis drawing pure air of life

To gain life to destroy life of intruders:

Thus our land was saved.

Not for them any more the cool comfort of the crescent

Smile of the moon as it glides across the silvery expanse

Of the heavens.

Beaming its cubby matronly approval on pale nights

Upon the maidens playing ampe, lithe flicks of black legs

In the lucency of happy and open hours, full of song.

And cheered by cracking reports of clapping hands:


Not for them the leisurely sight of old men,

Scions of the blind days drowning the shame

Bequeathed to them by our forebears

As our share of the burden

In endless games of oware:

The pebbles, they drop by tally pensively into the holes

As men descending into the murk of graves,

Are moistened by remorse.


How can we explain should they want to know

What crimes, what new crimes, they committed to bring on


This punishment heavier and more damning

Than the wages of sin:

What if the cruel yoke had broken bone and soul

And none had lived to tell the tale.

But there are no hard thoughts here as blood flows

into blood.

Where two minds meet in soft sessions of harmony

Peace is born, love, and joy.

For if the happenings of the past

Could be unraveled by the mind of man

we would all be God;

One seed of maize would not be planted to rot

For us to take a cob grinning with

Four hundred and twenty seeds at harvest;

And Joseph would not have been the ruler of Egypt

In the time of famine

To feed father and the brothers who sold him into bondage

And glory.


Today those who made the grim passage

Now with sandaled feet, heads sparkling

With gold-studded fillets; aggrey heads on their wrists;

Clothed in the splendour of their indomitable spirit;

Our kinsmen, have crossed the threshold,

Drank the water of welcome and are seated

On their stools of precious wood

Telling their story

In the compounds of their ancestral homes.


The children of Adam have come to see their kinsmen:

Like the great heavens of African evenings

The shade of the doorways are peopled

With bright and shining curiosity:

The children are whispering their regrets

For five hundred years is a long time to be gone.


The gold rings, the outdooring gift of belonging,

They held in the palm of the hands,

Their fingers are too gnarled and knotted

By beast labour for painless decoration.


Now are we free

Being sons and daughters of God;

Free people with one destiny.


Wrapped in the fearless colors

Of our kente, the pride of our loom

Here we stand,

United in heart in mind and in blood

And none so bold,

None daring–and none dares,

To make slaves of us again!”

Kwesi Brew (1928 – 2007).

More poems by the poet, Kwesi Brew.

The Year of the Return Ghana.

“So-called African Americans should return asap to their ancestral home, Africa, if they are so fortunate.

Racist and hostile USA will continue to exploit you (so-called African Americans) ruthlessly, divide you, destroy you, or treat you as unworthy.

We must realize USA is largely a predator (mostly whites) – prey (mostly non-whites or less privileged people) society based on the production and consumption of goods and services. And it is driven by power, competition, profit, and greed. And therefore, the environment (Mother Nature) is recklessly exploited and degraded.

May Lord GOD help us.” — Dave.

“When we open our eyes today and look around America, we see America not through the eyes of someone who has enjoyed the fruits of Americanism. We see America through the eyes of someone who has been the victim of Americanism. We don’t see any American dream. We’ve experienced only the American nightmare. We haven’t benefited from America’s democracy. We’ve only suffered from America’s hypocrisy.” Malcolm_X.

“We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock, my brothers and sisters—Plymouth Rock landed on us!”Malcolm_X.

Racism and the Death Penalty;

Dying Inside: The Hidden Crisis in America’s Jails;
“From birth to death, Black people (so-called African Americans) face systemic disadvantages in USA more than 150 years after slavery was abolished…”
“Amy Coney Barrett has joined the USA Supreme Court. The consequences could be dire (Might is right!) for human rights, civil rights, voting rights, freedom of speech, wealth/social equality, etc.”
“The Next President of USA (2020) Should Protect Human Rights in USA and End Abuses…”
Oppression of Racism in USA.
The Human Condition (a predator – prey model) according to Machiavelli…

Published by Dave

I am currently a science researcher at researchgate.net (https://www.researchgate.net/profile/David_Cole29). My interests include number theory, mathematical analysis, and energy theory (physics)... And we (Cole, Montgomery, Lagarias, Odlyzko, Hardy, Riemann, Gauss, and other mathematicians) proved the Riemann Hypothesis! 🙂

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