So I finally went home. . . I went home to Afrika. West Afrika to be exact. 21 hours of travel and weeks of preparation and checklists one would have thought I would have been perfectly fine traveling abroad. Yeah, sure I was physically fine and prepared with every go-to item known to man. But the journey I embarked on was nowhere within the realm of testing my physical or mental capacities, but it tested every part of my spiritual being. If you know anything about Ghana, Benin, and Togo; they are vital countries in our history. They hold so many pieces of the missing story of ? Where do I come from?, especially for me.
For almost three weeks I traveled throughout each?country finding out more about the journey and travel of my ancestors than any of the books that were forced on me in school ever tried to tell. I had the opportunity to walk the same path that my ancestors took to get to the many slave ships that waited to take them to foreign territories. I walked in the water in which my ancestors took their last bath. Where they pridefully walked into the sea to avoid a life unknown as someone’s captive. I walked through the slave dungeons and the Door of No Return. I saw the bloodied rags and chains that were left in the female slave dungeons. I walked the beach to the mouth of the ocean and seen how deadly the waves were, ?and how they were the only escape. I ate traditional Ghanaian food. Experienced the practice of sacred temples. Saw the pouring of libations. Witnessed the interaction of physical and spiritual realms. I was there.
In those moments I humbled myself, feeling pride in knowing that I come from a land rich in culture. Sadness, for understanding what happened in most of these places. The vile and inhumane treatments, the excessive neglect but most of all the lost identity. ?Although I felt these things, the one that hurt the most and cut the deepest was the feeling of being robbed. I felt of being the true foreigner, felt as though I was robbed of culture and identity. Essentially this trip brought back tons of unanswered questions. But it also answered a lot of questions at the same time. Journeying back home was liberating and challenging, it lit the fire in me seemed to dwindle out long ago.