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Isaiah Jones vs the Sea: The Homecoming: pt 1 of 2

The fear was real in many people at various levels the black people born in the US were afraid to go to Africa after centuries of brainwashing through educational systems, literature, and media many blacks in america thought of the rest of the world in the same manor as thier white counterparts never seeing the irony in this typical negro double think. What can I do to help?” it was the guiding philosophy of Homecoming the Neo Pan Africanist movement that evolved in the wake of Isaiah Jones solo sail to Africa the novel that documented the teens viral sailing adventure from Galveston to Ghana. The autistic mathematician from Texas who loved to sail had no idea why the internet took a viral interest in his journey that spring before he reached Africa and delivered the first General Intelligence AI code named MOTHER to the 54 nations of Africa creating the new AUA.

When you logged onto the Homecoming site the cover of the novel Motherland greeted you as soon as you logged onto the website of the Po mu Nkurɔfo / the Sea Peoples linked to the Decolonization 101 education links developed for the diaspora using what we know of brain development and child phycology and neurology the sea peoples designed the first educational scientific ai assisted school educational system for the 21st century now used through out the AUA and black teachers and families across the globe. Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome (P.T.S.S.) is a theory that explains the etiology of many of the adaptive survival behaviors in African American communities throughout the United States and the Diaspora.

It is a condition that exists as a consequence of multigenerational oppression of Africans and their descendants resulting from centuries of chattel slavery. A form of slavery which was predicated on the belief that African Americans were inherently/genetically inferior to whites. This was then followed by institutionalized racism which continues to perpetuate injury. This aid in the creation and philosophy of the Neo Pan Africanism philosophy at the forefront of the nations scientifically designed curriculum as far as reading materials for the typical high school freshman? The new schools built by construction robots and ai were designed as semicircular amphitheaters that organically amplified the voice of the instructor while on the stage. thier were no lines of desk and chairs but a series of bench seats and shared table tops in the poured concrete bleachers of the structure. The raised seating and the teacher at the bottom looking up to speak to the teachers was a subtle way of showing the power dynamic of thier educational system. The teachers and students had an unobstructed view of each other. Isaiah Jones vs the Sea The Right of Return: The Return of the Po mu Nnipa/The Sea Peoples

January 1st, 2122, Port Garvey Ghana

Capital of the AUA/ African United Alliance

‘Once in a Life Time’

“You may ask yourself, “What is that beautiful house?”

You may ask yourself, “Where does that highway go to?”

And you may ask yourself, “Am I right, am I wrong?”

And you may say to yourself, “My God, what have I done?””

-Talking Heads

The Right of Return: The Return of the Po mu Nnipa/The Sea Peoples

That was the name given to them by the Akan Asante Twi speaking elders to the new tribes of the diaspora as they returned across the sea having made the pilgrimage from Galveston to Ghana in their little sail boats that were now their homes.

The century since Isaiah Jones’s arrival on the African continent had been a time of monumental change. The population of black people in the continental US plummeted from 13% to just under 3% as people of African descent decolonized their minds, a paradigm shift occurred after the reading of the novel Motherland by Isaiah Jones. The novel follows the young sailors solo sail from Galveston to Ghana when he was just 16 years old. The high functioning autistic math prodigy book documents the rise of a movement that began to grow in his wake even before he reached the shores of Africa after a drunken drug fuel celebration of his shakedown run the first leg of his journey the 1000 mile trek along the Gulf coast to Key West leading to a viral conversation with his new friends after Beatrix and Mara the two Cuban american girls posted it online.

His 3 months traveling through the Bahamas and Caribbean back tracking the route of the slave ships that brought his ancestors to the new world in chains in the black holds of cargo ships filled with nothing but human beings. The dive into the Atlantic at the equator in the middle of ocean the free dive a decent to 108 feet below the surface in search of something sacred severed from our phantom souls lost centuries ago in the middle of the Atlantic crossing.

The novel Motherland ends after the speech at Accra Stadium in Ghana the speech titled “The world is yours…If you can count” is now one of the most well-known speeches in human history it is debatable weather it is the greatest speech in human history or is it the greatest improvised speech since it is not written it is entirely improvised by the young savant on the spot.

May 5th, 2022, Isaiah Jones first day in Accra Bay Ghana.”

The Accra Bay stadium was at capacity; over 40,000 people had gathered inside. Outside in the streets of the nation’s capital, there were estimates of several hundred thousand who had come to the city in the last few days alone, with total numbers over the entire week estimated to be 2 million. Bodies had swollen into the body of the city—Accra, the capital of capitals of Ghana, welcome home, Isaiah, the minister smiled. “Welcome to Africa.”

He sat looking out the window at the crowds of people lining the edges of the streets, dressed in all manner, from traditional headwraps to weaves and extensions, baseball hats and sunglasses, designer tees to country folk in tattered dungarees and ill-fitting suit jackets, and old pork pie hats. Barefoot teen boys in short pants and torn tee-shirts, vendor street carts on wheels dotted the sides of the roads. The oddest thing was the swag and merch in booths in shops he passed with the image of the Exodus her black sail full the Sankofa in gold. It was on hats tee shirts posters. There were several teen girls his age wearing dresses with the image of the ship imprinted in the fabric. He would never google himself so he was spared what was going on online and in the darkest recesses of the web with his image.

No one was expecting a turnout like this; it was a logistical nightmare but an economic boon. A stage had been erected, and after the Prime Minister and other cadre of white-wigged black robes draped with red, green, and gold sashes as wide as their shoulders officially finished their speeches, Isaiah was led to the podium to recite the pledge and accept his citizenship papers, a passport, along with a football jersey and the Ghanaian flag to fly on his ship.

The lanky, nervous teen sat in the brown metal folding chair, absentmindedly resting his hand on the dog’s neck, adjusting Starbuck’s collar as the dog sat beside him, staring into the crowd at the people who now surrounded them—suited officials and dignitaries in traditional robes and Kente accessories facing the crowd and the bank of news cameramen lined up in front of the stage. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath to calm himself before he spoke as the cheering subsided.

“Good afternoon, thank you for giving me such a warm welcome. My name is Isaiah Leonardo Jones; I am a mathematician, not a politician, but there is no way to calculate how I got here. I was born on Sigonella, a US naval air station in Sicily, where I lived until I was 6. My parents both retired from the military, moved to Dallas, and that is where I lived for the next 10 years of my life. People say that I look like my father and that I have my mother’s eyes.

Growing up in America, people are always telling me who I am: I am not truly black because of my mother, or others say I am too black because of my father. This dual mind of the black American is tedious. The reality is, because of the color of my skin, all my life I have been treated like a black man in America, and now I would like to be treated like a black man in Africa.” After the applause subsided, the lanky teen from Texas nervously continued. “Today we are 55 fingers on the same splayed hand; tomorrow we will come together in the power of the black fist.

You cannot break a board with your finger, but when they come together with training, you can break a brick. Tomorrow we, 55 nations, 3000 tribes, 2000 languages will unite to form the single most powerful nation on earth, a united African continent, one nation. Unified, we will wrest control of our pillaged and pilfered resources and nationalize the wealth of the continent.

There is more wealth in the soil of Africa than any other continent; now it will be controlled by the African equivalent of the EU. We possess more wealth than all the Saudi oil states; our mines are packed with the lifeblood of the tech industries—cobalt, gold, we have massive quantities of oil and gas. We have the richest soil; we can grow almost any food here. There is land enough for us all. It is all a simple matter of leadership understanding the source of wealth and power and how to use it to enrich our own lands instead of the lands of our former oppressors.

And now we have control. The next generation of Africans will all have servants and wealth to rival the greatest of nations. The Jubilee will be declared, and we will command the lion’s share of the most coveted resources on the planet for ourselves.

We now walk a new path, a path that leads to a new undreamed future. A new world awaits us all, each and every one. All we have to do is learn how to forgive one another. All we have to do is come together as one people, under one flag, over one nation. As I said before, I am a mathematician, not a politician, but I have done my homework; I have crunched the numbers, and numbers do not lie. People of Africa, remember this… the WORLD is yours…if you can count!”

The stadium exploded with thunderous applause, and even those listening outside on their phones cheered. The leaders of every nation on the African continent had already agreed to join the new confederacy. I look forward to our future together as one great nation from South Africa to Libya!

From Somalia north to south, to east to west, from the Mediterranean to the Indian Ocean, from the Arabian Sea, the Atlantic, from ivory to the Gold Coast, to every coast!” He had to stop as the noise of the cheering crowd grew too loud to hear. He bowed his head for a moment as the noise subsided. He cleared his throat and continued, his words measured, calm, as if he were reading history.

“The great revolutionary Ghanaian hero, our first Prime Minister and President of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah said, ‘I am not African because I was born in Africa. I am African because Africa was born in me!’ ‘All power to the people!’”

The stadium erupted in thunderous applause as he raised the red, gold, and green flag high over his fist before he waved goodbye. As he exited the stage, they cheered and chanted, “All power to the people!” “All POWER to the PEOPLE!” “ALL POWER TO THE PEOPLE!”

He left the stadium with Starbuck at his heels as he climbed into the back of the black Range Rover and headed to their meeting with the President. They exchanged pleasantries, and Isaiah gave him a flash drive with the designs for the AI he designed named MOTHER that would supervise the construction of Accra Bay, soon to be renamed Marcus Garvey Port before his return.

On the laptop, the AI showed them the first city designed by AI and built by AI—hydroelectric power from waves integrated with solar panels and wind turbines, powered the city along with the desalination stations. These were the plans for what would be called Port Marcus Garvey; today the locals all just call it Port Garvey.

In Africa today as well as schools across the globe it is studied and analyzed as the clarion call heralding the birth of a new nation the day the new African United Alliance was born Africa became a single nation run buy the world’s first General Intelligence named MOTHER who controlled the new nations resources and new national currency after nationalizing the continents resources and immediately expelling all foreign nations plundering the continent to enrich western corporations.

The leaders installed after the west assassinated or created military coupes to install puppets were expelled. There were two civil wars in the first 2 years of the new nations formation but when the dust settled and the smoke cleared, a united independent Africa stood unshackled to the western banker’s shyster headed guilds, the IMF or the World Bank.

In the USA, the descent and societal unrest continued to rise in the US riots and clashes with white militias, and the us government soared as the African American population continued to migrate to Port Garvey in Ghana on the west coast of Africa. They, like Isaiah, all kept their American citizenship, voted, and paid taxes on their US properties and businesses and acquired dual citizenship after living in Ghana for a year, qualifying for the right of return.

Like Isaiah they all sailed to Africa following his path back to Africa after reading the novel documenting his solo voyage “Motherland” they second great African america exodus from the US following the end of the civil war where newly freed slaves traveled as far north as / Canadian and as far west Mexico and as far south as the Caribbean. Then, of course, there is the tragic history of Liberia, which was set up to fail in the 1830s by the US on the west coast of Africa. Those arriving now are not colonizers or invaders they settle only where they are welcomed and invited on the continent.

They have arrived on 4o foot catamarans that most built themselves with the aid of others in thier community who had read Motherland then logged onto the Homecoming website the image on the screen is not Isaiah Jones 44 foot ebony sloop the SS Exodus but a homemade 4o foot catamaran that they linked to the 18 videos on you tube showing how to build the wood and fiberglass boat as well as a Styrofoam and fiberglass version.

The links to the free PDF files of the books teach any able-bodied person with a modest investment in tools and sweat equity could construct in four to 8 months their own sailboat large enough to live comfortably as well as safely for under 50k dollars basic build. the list linked to the sailing classes online as well as Galveston and every port along the route where they set sail each January 1st in growing flotillas the Sankofa bird on thier black sails in gold.

They are not trying to rebuild the US in Africa. The Po mu Nkurɔfo/The Sea Peoples were recognized by the elder shaman. the Twi-speaking Akan/Assante chiefs called them brothers and sisters who had returned home to become part of new Africa when they sailed to the Motherland, creating the second great migration called Homecoming. They were mostly from the US, but others arrived from former European colonies all across the Americas and the Caribbean. Anywhere African slaves were taken, they were welcomed to Ghana soon, and other African states began to offer the right of return as well. The return was considered prophesy by some of the religions who interpreted this as the prophesized return of the lost tribe.

While the black population built 40-foot catamarans and sailed to Ghana, on the reservations across America, the tribes began the Ghost Dance. The US press called them black Zionists and a cult. The children of the diaspora, unplugged from the brainwashing of Western media, pulled their children from the public schools and began to homeschool them in the same manner that Isaiah and his now wife Aeon were home-schooled. The African american became the largest population of sailboat owners not just in the United States but in the world. The people who sailed here in the cargo holds in chains sailed away in 40, 50, and 60-foot homemade catamarans. their construction and engineering, the skill of laying fiberglass became the number one skill learned to all boat owners. They mastered multihull boat living on anchor freediving to spearfish on their wide boards.

An entire cottage industry sprang up around the pilgrimage to the motherland as the people studied Twi, the language of the native tribes of Ghana. Once they arrived, they met with the village elders in the area where they stripped themselves of their slave names as they settled along the coast of Africa after receiving their Ghanaian names in the ceremony as they celebrated thier homecoming after carving thier new sign of the sea peoples on thier flesh the Sankofa the bird that looks back to before moving forward.

The Po mu Nkurɔfo/The Sea Peoples wore their hair in elaborate cornrows that denoted the year of thier arrival. The Ghanian news reporter wrote the best-read article on the phenomenon in the early months titled “Sometimes you find the Lost Ball” the title meant nothing to those in the west but it was understood by every African who read it and smiled.

The return of Po mu Nkurɔfo/The Sea Peoples stolen to enrich the western powers was a good thing no matter how difficult. These people did not flee Africa or abandon their homelands or peoples. Their ancestor went to the river and were kidnapped, and their villages were raided by slavers in the wee hours of the morning while the village slept. There was a sense in the heart of all of the children of the diaspora of the wrongness of being dislocated that the myth of the American was never meant for them, and it was futile to stay here any longer waiting for a change that could never come.

It was articulated in a book written by a 16-year-old boy, a high-functioning autistic math prodigy who loved to sail and who wrote the truth of how he saw the world and, in doing so, illuminated the minds and hearts of his people. While maybe it is true that you can never go back to the village; it is always true that you can always go back home to Africa. These were not a people taking land from anyone; they returned because they were invited by the people and the government of Ghana with the right of return. The elders had counseled those in power to look back and see what they had forgotten. Sometimes you find the lost ball.

It is in the middle of the Atlantic during the 108 foot free-diving descent in the ocean that says what we cannot say what we have been programed to not think. I feel the same fears as those who remain at home serving the interest of the united states the forever loyal house niggas in the us government and armed services. I understand it because my own father and grand father talked to me as a child of this deep-seated unacknowledged fear of Africa that black americans seemed to have but it was not our fear but their fears manifesting in us through aligning ourselves too much with our oppressors world views which in fact have nothing to do with us as black people in america.

The internet allowed the creation of the Homecoming Program like the Khan Academy, it offered a comprehensive educational plan online. This became the foundation of the exodus of the cultural transformation. The removal of the miseducation of black folks had finally been addressed; the elephant in the room was acknowledged and dealt with.

The new technology and the new mindset were the final pieces of the diaspora puzzle. The conservatives and those heavily invested in the american myth regardless of color were not going to join those returning to Africa and the sleeping negro like their white counterparts were trying to besmirch and belittle the movement since they were completely invested in maintaining the status quo in order to maintain their wealth and power no matter how token and meager in the typical manor of the house nigga the self hating negroes like Supreme Court Justice the embodiment of the new age minstrel Clarence Thomas epitomizes, the ultimate house nigga, the Wundercoon.

It was apparent that just as the slavers had prevented the newly freed blacks from leaving the south after the civil war. The same forces were attempting to halt the exodus of the diaspora without even consciously understanding why they opposed the right of return and the exodus of the sea peoples.

Within three generations and they were gone from the US population in the continent. The Latino populations followed suit and began to return to their Latin American home nations to the south. Yet the American prison system grew in the percentage of the nation’s population incarcerated. The poor, working-class, and even middle-class whites were now filling the corporate state’s demand for prisoners/slaves to feed to their free labor in the nation’s ever-growing for-profit prisons.

Crime rates increased across the board as people of color disappeared from the American population, and the police shifted their attention to the poor and working-poor white population to fill their quotas for arrest and feed the prison-industrial complex with bodies. The American fantasy of a crime-free nation without people of color or immigrants exploded in their hostile little faces, and finally, they were forced to concede the evil inherent in their own culture without black folks to scapegoat.

After the black and brown populations were reduced, the prison-industrial complex continued to grow and fill the empty cells with more and more poor white bodies in the absence of black and brown ones. Americans subconsciously had lived in a fantasy world that blamed all their nation’s ills on people of color. The very people they had kidnapped and dragged here in chains without ever seeing the irony inherent in their own bigotry.

Without that scapegoat, the Republican’s nationalistic policies collapsed as the middle class, poor, and working-class whites filled the cells of what soon grew from number two to the world’s largest prison system. Middle-class and poor Whites continued to vote Republican until the population of black people dropped from 13% to 3% in less than 60 years. The nation followed electing its first black president with its first full nazi president in the 21st Century black people read the novel studied the statistics and history of the nation when presented without regard for white frailty and it was obvious Garvey was right about one thing, it was long past time to leave.

America still had brown people in cages on the border, the government literally stole the children of refugees deported the parents and placed their children in foster care, armed a genocide in progress and waged war with its police of black people from coast to coast. It was a not an easy life they were sailing for; it was to be beyond being the alien other.

The facts were laid bare on the Homecoming website the US had with the Patriot Act, Citizens United, the electoral college, gerrymandering, corrupt supreme court, white supremacist “Ghost Skins” infiltration of the military and police for generations, qualified immunity and state sanctioned banditry under the guise of policing using civil forfeiture, what you have if we’re being honest is a banana republic/our apologies to both bananas and republics, that on its best day was genocidal fascist oligarchy.

Any objective examination of the facts of history clearly demonstrates that Democracy in America never existed. The math on the demographics of the right in the US was damning when you broke down the numbers you reached one conclusion the only thing saving america from herself was black people.

Expatiates lived on their sailboats in floating cities off of the coast of the Mega city of Port Garvey in Ghana in the first city built and designed using the new General Intelligence AI to house the population that grew around the community of African American expatriates along the west coast of the newly unified African continent. Their numbers in Ghana had grown from 3000 in 2020 to over 30 million in a mere century, doubling the population of the nation.

The returning peoples became a part of the diaspora zeitgeist great look inward as the use of modern techniques in farming were applied across Ghana and the west coast of the continent. The land was some of the richest and most fertile soil on the planet and those who returned from the diaspora worked with the tribes and new ai to grow crops and advance farming using robotics unmanned ai controlled farms. This increased yields and created surpluses for the international markets.

Moammar Gaddafi was proven right posthumously; the purging of colonial forces, expulsion of Europeans, and all hostile foreign influence led to the unification of the continent’s nations under a single currency. An African Great Awakening occurred, heralding the Second Renaissance following the return of the lost tribes to the Motherland. The nations of the continent’s new wealth redirected into infrastructure freed the African people from the exploitation of Europeans and the systemic racism of the EU tribes of world banks.

Isaiah’s father always said there is no need to reinvent the wheel; follow the example of the peoples who defeated your enemy in the past. It was obvious that the Arab oil states were organizing to form OPEC, and their schools shifted to the Hebrew system, a scriptural model of education and the goal is for the student to BECOME what the teacher IS. Knowledge is acquired as a by-product, while the goal is to shape the character of the student.

The Prussian method, originally created to train obedient soldiers, was abandoned in favor of educational systems that reflected 21st-century science and neurology with human child brain development and psychology. The abandonment of the antiquated, failing western educational systems. In the Greek method, knowledge is separated and organized into subjects and implemented through curriculums.

The new tribe of the Po mu Nnipa no / the Sea Peoples evolved in the coastal towns and cities all along the African coast there arose the black sailed fleets of the Po mu Nnipa no/ the Sea Peoples in the wake of their economic success in Ghana as the wealth that followed as they migrated business sprouted up to support the new source of income from the expiates who mostly continued to live on their sailboats.

On land their schools spread across the continent as Africa joined the lost tribe abandoning the Prussian method that had failed black folks for centuries the Po mu Nnipa no /the sea peoples embraced the proven successful tradition of deep learning and The Montessori method of education techniques English was fading as the primary language with the rise of learning the Asante Akan Twi, the Bantu as well as the Chinese and Hindi languages swept across the port cities as generations studied abroad in New Deli and Hong Kong, increasing cultural and economic ties to the nations of the East while the Western empire continued its collapse into economic decline and stagnation.

“Water dissolving and water removing

There is water at the bottom of the ocean

Under the water, carry the water

Remove the water from the bottom of the ocean

Water dissolving and water removing

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, into the silent water

Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground”

-Talking Heads/Once in a Life Time

[notes] [Once in a Life Time]

[And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack

And you may find yourself in another part of the world

And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile

And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife

And you may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money’s gone

Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

And you may ask yourself, “How do I work this?”

And you may ask yourself, “Where is that large automobile?”

And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful house”

And you may tell yourself, “This is not my beautiful wife”

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money’s gone

Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Water dissolving and water removing

There is water at the bottom of the ocean

Under the water, carry the water

Remove the water from the bottom of the ocean

Water dissolving and water removing

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, into the silent water

Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money’s gone

Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

You may ask yourself, “What is that beautiful house?”

You may ask yourself, “Where does that highway go to?”

And you may ask yourself, “Am I right, am I wrong?”

And you may say to yourself, “My God, what have I done?”

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, into the silent water

Under the rocks and stones, there is water underground

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground

Into the blue again, after the money’s gone

Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, look where my hand was

Time isn’t holding up, time isn’t after us

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was

Same as it ever was, same as it ever was (I couldn’t get no rest)

Same as it ever was, hey let’s all twist our thumbs

Here comes the twister

Letting the days go by (same as it ever was, same as it ever was)

Letting the days go by (same as it ever was, same as it ever was)

Once in a lifetime, let the water hold me down

Letting the days go by, water flowing underground]

[Notes on Galveston] [“Indigenous inhabitants of Galveston Island called the island Auia.[8] Though there is no certainty regarding their route and their landings, Cabeza de Vaca and his crew were shipwrecked at a place he called “Isla de Malhado” in November 1528. This could have referred to Galveston Island or San Luis Island.[9] During his charting of the Gulf Coast in 1785, the Spanish explorer José de Evia labeled the water features surrounding the island “Bd. de Galvestown” and “Bahia de Galvestowm” [sic]. He was working under the orders of Bernardo de Gálvez.

In his early chart, he calls the western end of the island “Isla de San Luis” and the eastern end “Pt. de Culebras”. Evia did not label the island itself on his map of 1799. Just five years later Alexander von Humboldt borrowed the place names Isla de San Luis, Pte. De Culebras, and Bahia de Galveston. Stephen F. Austin followed his predecessors in the use of “San Luis Island”, but introduced “Galveston” to refer to the little village at the east end of the island. Evidence of the name Galveston Island appears on the 1833 David H. Burr.[8]

The island first permanent European settlements were constructed around 1816 by the pirate Louis-Michel Aury to support Mexico’s rebellion against Spain. In 1817, Aury returned from an unsuccessful raid against Spain to find Galveston occupied by the pirate Jean Lafitte.[10] Lafitte organized Galveston into a pirate “kingdom” he called “Campeche”, anointing himself the island’s “head of government”.[11] Lafitte remained in Galveston until 1821, when the United States Navy forced him and his raiders off the island.[11][12]”]

[“Sankofa (pronounced SAHN-koh-fah) is a word in the Twi language of Ghana meaning “to retrieve” (literally “go back and get”; san – to return; ko – to go; fa – to fetch, to seek and take) and also refers to the Bono Adinkra symbol, represented either with a stylized heart shape or by a bird with its head turned backwards.]

[Twi, also known as Akan Kasa, is a dialect of the Akan language spoken in southern and central Ghana by several million people, mainly of the Akan people, the largest of the seventeen major ethnic groups in Ghana. Jan 23, 2021.]

About the Author:

JD Cloudy’s poetry has disappeared in Fatfizz, Mad Swirl, Texas Beat Anthology, Danse Macabre, Du Jour, and Death List Five. He has won no literary awards, entered no slam competitions, and never completed college. He lives to write in Dallas, TX.