|Title:||the door of no return|
|Location:||cape coast, ghana|
the name of the first shop i saw this morning made me laugh. it was called ‘the why worry, god is in control! grocery store’. lot’s of serious christians around here…
cape coast used to be the capital of ghana, which was then called the gold coast. it’s a pleasant, colourful town with markets and some colonial buildings.
i visited the cape coast castle on the seafront and joined a tour. the guide showed us the dungeons where the slaves were kept before being shipped to south america, the caribbean and the united states, and our group, which consisted mainly of europeans, became more and more quiet.
we all have learned about the african history and the information that we received at the castle was not new to any of us. but reading about it is not quite the same thing as actually being here, standing in the very place where it had all happened. at the end of the tour, we followed a long tunnel that led us to a door where it said ‘the door of no return’. we went through the door and found ourselves at the beach. fishermen were pulling in their boats, women were grilling fish and where children were laughing and playing in the sand. clearly, the castle is history, but it’s a reminder of a period we must never forget about.
in the evening i came across a huge gathering on the street where people were drinking, dancing and chatting. “what kind of party is this?” i asked someone. “it’s a funeral”. he replied and was clearly amused at my surprise…