I am here with vlog 3 of my recent trip back home to Ghana.
So far, I am three vlogs in and this is my FAVORITE vlog. I also really enjoyed editing it. I like it for a few reasons.
- This particular day didn’t go as planned at all. First, we were taken to the wrong bus station.When we finally got to the second bus station
which was still wrong but whateverwe had to wait for the “bus” to be filled. It wasn’t even a charter bus, hence my sarcastic quotation. When it finally filled up and we finally left the bus station, it broke down. Mind you, Cape Coast is two hours away from Accra (the capital and where we were located) and we hadn’t been driving for 30 minutes when this happened. It literally broke down on the main road. A couple of men had to push it off to the side of the road. And then, *disclaimer TMI alert* I was on my period bleeding like crazy, my shorts even got really stained. That made walking around very uncomfortable. When we FINALLY got to Cape Coast (after all the hiccups), it was very late. It was about 4pm ish or almost 5 pm which is super late (especially since I woke up at 5 am that day!) That was around the time we should’ve been heading back to Accra! We had to sleep at my Uncle Yaw’s house because my mom was too scared to take a late bus back to Accra (she was scared of armed robbers being on the bus late at night, which sometimes happens). Anywho, my mom bought from a side street vendor, a dress for me to wear while she washed my blood stained shorts. She also bought me some underwear from a local store as well as a toothbrush and towel. Pictured below is the dress she bought for me.Despite the mess I was in (literally and figuratively), I enjoyed staying at my uncle’s house in Cape Coast. He had extremely fast wi-fi and he fed us good! He truly came to our rescue and everything worked out the way it was supposed to and I even discovered a new yummy drink at his house called Cowbell coffee. The saying “You can plan a pretty picnic but you can’t predict the weather” totally sums up that day! #Crazyday #ItswrittenALLovermyface
- It’s very informative. This vlog is very educational. Our awesome tour guide Kojo Kilson shares a tremendous wealth of knowledge about the slave castle and the Atlantic slave trade. We were blessed to have such awesome and knowledgeable tour guides throughout our time in Ghana. He was definitely the best! One thing he spoke on that stood out to me is that many Jamaicans are descendants of Ghanaian slaves. That’s always been obvious to me but he mentioned this because of the questions asked by one visitor. She asked if there were records of the slaves by their names. She also also asked if it was impossible for the descendants of slaves to trace back their family. UH YEAH. The slaves were not thought of as humans by their masters and captors. They were considered property. Anywho, Kojo mentioned how some people can trace their family back to a specific ethnic group based on cultural similarities. He used Jamaicans as a prime example of this and said that many of them share a lot of similarities with the Akan ethnic group in Ghana. I found this interesting because I watched a documentary here on YouTube about the Jamaican Maroons who speak the language Kromanti. It is similar to the Akan language in Ghana. I remember a former co-worker of mines (who is a first generation Jamaican) told me that Akua was a “Jamaican” name. It definitely is not, it is a Ghanaian name for a girl born on Wednesday. However, she didn’t understand that and she didn’t want to. This is a classic example of why it’s important to learn your roots. I have encountered many Caribbeans that disassociate themselves from Africa and anything having to do with the continent. It’s a shame because we’re more alike than we are different. You can see the initial question from the visitor and Kojo’s response starts at mark 17:52 in the video above.
- The city of Cape Coast is beautiful! It’s right by the Atlantic Ocean. The air feels fresher and it’s not as hectic as Accra or Kumasi. My Uncle Yaw (pictured above) even said that. He has been living in Cape Coast for the past seven years. He also pastors a church there. His home (Methodist housing) and church are minutes away from the slave dungeon.
The first time I went to Cape Coast slave castle was almost almost 10 years ago in June 2006 (see the picture below). You know it’s ages ago when I have a relaxer in my hair and I am wearing cargo capris. #Yikes! Oh yea and when I am carrying a purse with hearts all over it. Talk about #throwback.
I remember the first time I found out Ghana had slave castles. It was 2004 and I was a senior in high school. I was in my African American studies class and we were about to watch the film Sankofa which was partly filmed in Ghana. My teacher Mr.Swan mentioned that the film started off in the Cape Coast slave castle. He knew I was from Ghana and I don’t know how the conversation began with me but I remember him saying to me in front of the whole class “You didn’t know that? Aren’t you from Ghana?” He was referring to me not knowing that Ghana had slave castles and he look disgusted. I didn’t know much about Ghana in the twelfth grade. At the time, my last trip was summer of 1997 when I was just nine years old. Before then, my first trip was 1991 when I was three. I don’t remember the 1991 trip but everyone says I cried a lot. I do remember the 1997 because I didn’t do JACK and I missed the first week of fifth grade.
I remember coming home from school that day in 2004 and calling my mom at work. I asked her why she never told me Ghana had slave castles. She was like “oh yeah we have slave castles in Cape Coast”. LOL #ICant So freshman year of college, my mom called me and told me we were going to Ghana that summer for a month (2006) and she had just purchased my ticket. I told her that we MUST see the slave castle and we did! Then I went again with my brother Kofi in 2010. He was born and raised in Ghana but he had never been there (though he did know it existed). I went again this trip because my sis-in-law and niece had never been there. My brother Kwaku (pictured above) went in 2006 with me.
So that’s the history of me and my three visits to Cape Coast slave castle. I feel so weird calling it a castle sometimes because that sort of glamorizes it. Anywho, see some more pictures from that day below.
Thanks for reading!