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| THE IDEOLOGY | |
| THE BIOGRAPHY | |
| BIOGRAPHY UPDATE #1 | |
| BIOGRAPHY UPDATE #2 | |
| PHOTO GALLERY | |
| THE ARTICLES | |
| THE POETRY | |
| THE SPEECHES | |
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THE INTERVIEWS |
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| THE ARTWORK | |
| THE MUSIC | |
| THE BOOKSTORE | |
| HOMEPAGE | |
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Design & maintenance by |
| THE GHANA
DHANCE by George Edward Tait |
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Feet full of mindset and memory Tapping to the tune of total recall Feet in the frolic of fertile soil Dhancing with dhignified dhelirium While walking all over Ghod's Ghana. The dhrums never stop - not in the dhark Not for the light. Even in silence they trade fours with the feet Dhrumbeats of motherland call and dhiasporic response Of rhythm once removed. Feet full of focus and fact Hoofing in the land of history and heritage Of ghold and ghlory. Feet in the matrix of a metaphysical moment Highstepping all over Ghod's heaven. Heaven. Heaven. Heartbeating all over Ghod's heaven. Feet full of freedom and forecast Sunsliding to syncopated songs of soul To sacred sagas of spirit. Body bristling with buoyancy, and breathing with bliss Ghraced by the ghreen ghlow of Ghana's ghrasslands Torso-turning on the tradition-tested terrain of time and truth Dhoing a dhance to the dhawn/Dhoing an dhance in the dusk While whirling with the wind, and whispering, whispering, "Feet, feet, feet, feet - feet dhon't fail me now."
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