Return to My Native Land

Return to My Native Land

by Ian C. Dawkins Moore
     
 
As a young man, I traveled in West Africa in search of my identity. I am a man of color, who was born in England. I visited West Africa in he mid-seventies before hat area exploded into violence, and witnessed the displacement of its people. This story is about my encounters with real people in Africa and my personal observations of my time there.

Overview

As a young man, I traveled in West Africa in search of my identity. I am a man of color, who was born in England. I visited West Africa in he mid-seventies before hat area exploded into violence, and witnessed the displacement of its people. This story is about my encounters with real people in Africa and my personal observations of my time there.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940000842805
Publisher:
Ian C. Dawkins Moore
Publication date:
04/04/2010
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
File size:
274 KB

Meet the Author

My Biosphere My name is Ian, in England born My father’s from the islands, my mum’s from that shore My youth was spent fleeing xenophobic bores. I traveled to Athens and Timbuktu I bathed in Alhambra, Granada too I could never shake my brooding school. My American wife dragged me here My stepdaughter in toe, a brand new sphere My opposition to the states to five years to clear. I started again, from scratch in haste I stared to relearn a new verb, chase I started to learn a new action, waste. My endeavors were positive though painfully slow My dues well paid, eventually did grow My overnight success took many moons to glow. I now serve the public civil and clean I now work the markets and international scene I now have great credit and a labyrinth machine. My writing before covered prose and essay My heroes are Baldwin, Sojinka and Sesay My novel attempts include travel and jazzy. I read like a fish that swims in the night I spend more on books than I have such a right I meditate, cool out, and stay UN-Tight. My dreams are to learn the heart of the word My hopes are to chase that winged bird My endeavors I pray are to teach and be heard. I live in Oakland, city caught in a lie I dwell in environs of many colored eyes I inhabit a space of love and deep sighs. My time here now is eight years plus My memories of home are short and cussed My life’s irony is to be an English fuss.

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