Whispers of the Dark Race, is a multi-faceted tale of Africa, unfolding and unfurling its wings, catching the wind as it goes and soaring to the heavens fully formed and brightly plumed as she rises. The poems are a ricochet through the sacred hall of ancient times, a time when trees whispered sweet tunes and rocks drummed melodious tunes in the night. It shows men ascending to the highest level attainable. It reveals the mind, the conductor whose indefatigable fingers strum the multiple stringed guitar of the universe of the mind! It takes you through antiquity to the present and soars forth to the future whose plains are pure and not profaned by negative experiences of a past singed and a present in flames. The book dashes out a mosaic with a flourish and abandon that knows no restraint nor inhibition. On a vast canvas stretching the length and breadth of the globe, steered by the compass of what is proper. A piece from Europe spun, a flake from Asia, melting on the tongue, hot and spicy. In all this, Africa, reposes, the centre piece of it all, the hinge upon which everything revolves spinning a web of poetry and prose.