by Elizabeth Onyeabor | Nov 1, 2016 | African adventures, Musings, Self-forgiveness |
As I trace my fingertips along the rough stone wall, I sense the sentiments of those seized over 500 years ago. It sweeps through me with a shudder. I imagine their anguished wailing and utter desperation as captives in Elmina Castle—the point of no return for so many...
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