Elder Osei-Bonsu - African Child flac album

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Osei Bonsu (1779 – 21 January 1824) was the Asantehene (King of the Ashanti). He reigned from 1804 to 1824. During his reign the Ashanti fought the Fante confederation and ended up dominating Gold Coast trade. In Akan, Bonsu means whale (the largest and most powerful "fish" in the sea), and is symbolic of his achievement of extending the Ashanti Empire to the coast. He died in Kumasi, and was succeeded by Osei Yaw Akoto. Other sources refer to him as Osei Tutu Kwame.

Join the Salon Series in its second season as we explore the growing success of African art. The Salon Series is the Academicians’ Room’s series of curated talks, envisaged as a platform to discuss arts and culture through the insight of brilliant speakers from diverse and fascinating backgrounds. The first of these talks will address African art, delving into its exciting and growing contemporary art scene. African art is a name with a big meaning

African Child Black is my color I am an African Child I live a life of fear as poverty is a close friend to us I wake all day with tears hoping for a better tomorrow. I look around me and what I see is death, destruction and misery Life seems not to favor us Our prayers daily is just to get a smile We don't need prayers from helpless soul Your prayers can't bring food Your prayers are not with actions Government promises us food water and shelter Yet we are still starving. I am an African child Hungry for food and hungry for love Doves no longer come visiting us in Africa As they know there is no love We feed on the milk of a dying cow We drink tears of our mother We wear plant with strings We breath in disease We play in sorrow We walk on the soil of death.