This past week it seems our media companies have laid on the work as we only have one week left. Looking into personal research Enya and I visited Agbogbloshie. On the first day of our trip we drove through this market. It was an overwhelming experience for me because I we were basically in a tour bus awed by the Kayayei, cramped streets, and waste littering the ground and rivers. I remember thinking “If I could only understand their life, be on those streets with them, then I could feel less overwhelmed by this drastically different culture.” Our recent visit in Agbogbloshie where we walked around the market for three hours allowed me to understand. We went to the e-waste burning site and instead of only smelling and seeing the smoke we talked to the young boys burning, joked with the men hammering computer parts, and bought water from the girls providing water for the fires. We visited the man’s home, which had just been re-built from a fire, who showed us around Agbogbloshie and met his 4 day-old baby girl. Understanding rather than judgement is what I hope to achieve while traveling.
No other weekend could compare to the Volta Region trip. Beautiful place for beautiful people.
Many people think that slavery is a thing of the past, yet it is still happening around the world today. The past weekend was a somber reminder of what used to happen at slave forts in Ghana.
Both of the forts we visited, Cape Coast and Elmina, had this feeling of uneasiness, like the ghosts from the past were still haunting the fort.
The hardest part of the whole trip was going into the dungeons where the slaves were held. That feeling of uneasiness turned into a horrific feeling quickly when the guide started telling us about what went on in the dungeons. In one cell at Elmina Castle there would be up to 400 prisoners in it at one time. The ones that were fit enough were taken to “The Door of No Return” to be put on slave ships and the ones that were not fit enough eventually died there.
After that, we were led into one dungeon and the lights were turned off, which is when the reality of situation really sunk in; it was crowded, pitch black and hot. Plus, there wasn’t even that many people in the room compared to how many people were put in when it was used as a slave fort.
It is unimaginable what the people that were in this situation went through. Most people know about it because they read about it in a book or saw a program on television, but the reality only sinks in once you’ve stood where the slaves once stood.
I took this little video several weeks ago while we were in the bus, driving through the heart of Kumasi’s central market. Enjoy the commentary by Kayla and Lana (discussing scandals associated with Barclays), as well as the bus’s music, courtesy of Robert, eerily synched to the pace of the events unfolding out of the window. Voodoo…
So Group B has been up to some amazing things lately, so many that combined with the somewhat unreliable internet, we have a back up of blog posts waiting. Here are some photograph teasers of some of what is to come…