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Effia couldn’t help but think that she was fighting against her own womb, fighting against the fire children.
Weakness is treating someone as though they belong to you. Strength is knowing that everyone belongs to themselves.”
But for the rest of her life Esi would see a smile on a white face and remember the one the soldier gave her before taking her to his quarters, how white men smiling just meant more evil was coming with the next wave.
“So you’re not white. What are you?” “I’m like you,” Quey said. Cudjo held his hand out and demanded that Quey do the same, until they were standing arm to arm, skin touching skin. “Not like me,” Cudjo said.
“I am proud to be Asante, as I am sure you are proud to be Fante, but after I lost my brothers, I decided that as for me, Akosua, I will be my own nation.”
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