Blogfor Elizabeth Onyeabor
She chuckles and nods before we walk through the same door we did fifteen years ago. During the tour, I notice significant walls missing while smaller utility rooms remain. The exterior structure stays the same, though. All vestiges of the corporate suite Cheryl hired me into are gone.
The deluge sprawls across my neighbor’s roof and conspires with gutter currents before careening through the trough hole and hurling itself over my wall. Concrete crevices channel the snaking streams into a monstrous lagoon. Watery vipers slither beneath my garage...
A heart-felt visit to the ancient fortress and slave trade outpost, Elmina. The sense of suffering is palpable as their ghosts reach out for remembrance.