I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.

I Have A Rendezvous With Life.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.