“All quiver earthward at the headman’s nod;
“And in a daze of dream I heard him say:
“Go, set him free who serves so well his God!”
And I wondered then whether, in agreeing to lend myself to Anokye’s plans, I had sacrificed my honor and that of my country. Perhaps, if I had refused to cooperate, they would nevertheless have released me and let me go home.
My mind was far away as I struggled to recall the words of the poem. There I was again, standing at the front of my class, basking in the applause of my fellows; and, yet again, alone on the stage at the annual school concert. A different world.
Service stood out. It was not his light skin color; there were a few others as light as he; perhaps it was his extremely casual dress and his body language. I knew at once that he was an Amer
