Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Where are you?

where are you?

I woke up to behold the sun rise with you,

We learn to walk hand in hand while my legs were but feeble,

I taught my mind was playing tricks on me,

Because, I remember your strong hands hold me from the dangers of my fear,

Your boldness made my worries but as a fly,

Blown away by the strong winds with which you brought me gifts of large fishes,

I woke up only to find out you were gone,

Where are you?

The one my heart had always longed to be with,

Now I woke up to be told you were gone,

Gone , gone , gone , gone, gone

Gone , never to be seen again.

Where are you?

-The cry of Akosua who lost her sweetheart Akwasi to the slave trade some 300 years ago

This is part of my instalments on the slave trade.Forgive me if I made any errors,corrections are always welcomed

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Slave Dungeon

Slave dungeon, where slaves where last matched from the Cape Coast Caste to the waiting slave ships to the Americas