Ama Ata Aidoo "After a Commonwealth Conference" Because you are here to remind me to be grateful to - it must be The Lord

for small mercies, I shall not wail shave my hair or do another fasting trip at the dawn of a day that has put more bile on my tongue. But Child, out there where our thousands are dying and our millions do not have food to choose to eat or not, how does one tell the story of men who are nothing at all, and leaders who are only skilled in the art of anti-people treachery? Child, I hear you: and since wisdom does not always grow with our grey hairs, may be, you can tell me what to do with my shame, and Our Continent once more betrayed?