If the walls could speak, what would they say.

I must admit, I first glossed over the itinerary which read, visiting the slave castles off the shores of Ghana. Upon further reading, I thought, how exciting, I will be able to visit the port where the slave traders (traitors) took, stole, tore away our brothers and sisters from their land. Exciting was not the word to use. It was moving, overwhelming, gut-wrenching, at times infuriating, and wholly informative. I will not reenact the tour on this blog, it is something one must see for themselves. Although I did purchase the book and DVD to share with my family and friends. Most know the story, small, feces-laden cells overcrowded with men and woman (who were housed separately). The living laying next to the dying. Ventilation a mniinum, comfort non-existence, and terror on every side, knowing you would soon be displayed as a prostitute for the governors picking, so he can have his way with you. The long passage way to the ship (I could barely fit through it, you must walk very low to the ground), that would soon take you to an unknown land, called america (lower case on intentionally). I walked through the defiled corridors and could hear the walls talking to me. "Take back my dreams, my hopes, my desires with you." "Live out my destiny for me". Take back my words, my struggle, my story to your children and tell them to tell it to their children and to their children. So it is my charge to instill in myself and others, the struggles that our ancestor went through so we can uplift our race - the human race. So the mediocre is no longer acceptable. Too many lives lost and stolen. What will you do when the walls speak to you? Tina