.... Go and tell them I paid the price
I stood by the truth
I fought anger and hatred
on behalf of the people.
I ate their meagre meals in the barracks
shared their footsteps and tears
in freedom's name
I promised once in a slave house in Ussher
to postpone dying until
the morning after freedom.
I promise.
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Please that is not the picture of Kofi Awoonor with all due respect