Monday, October 30, 2006

October 30, 2006
Back in Clinton MD, thinking about the weeks that I spent in Ghana. The castles are prominent in my mind. I visited two of the 24 slave castles along the coast. Cape Coast castle and Elmina castle.


My first experience, at Cape Coast, was with my precious husband Jesse. This was his main point of interest for the trip. We had a great guide. Blankson, a nice chap from Cape Coast and a brother to our main contact Masao Meroe. Blankson (233 0244741678) has just completed his masters degree in tourism at Cape Coast University. His interest is in African American tourists. He offered historical information about the system of slavery that was a part of Ghanian culture b4 the Europeans had arrived.

His thesis is that slavery was an essential aspect of Asante life at that time. This was during a period that families had an imperitive to increase their numbers and buying slaves was part of the program. It also was a way in which the society dealt with criminals. It was seen as adopting someone, they became part of the family and actually had opportunity to change their position by work, marriage and connections.

Our guide and also his professor from the Cape Coast University explained that when the Asante/Fante sold "OTHER" Asante to the Europeans to fufill the need for laborers in the Americas, they assumed that the lives of the slaves would be akin to that of the slaves in their own culture. They had no concept of the system of chattle slavery and it's barbarism.

We were told that this is all happening within the context of ongoing trade with Europe. The Castles were built with the permission and help of the Fante along the coast of Ghana. They did well together in trade for years before humans were designated as the next big merchendise. I must say that as a visitor I could see the little bits of remaining evidence of economic growth in these coastal communities.

So we did the tour, saw the dungeons for our men. Dark, small, stone rooms, with two 6" x 12" holes for air and light. We were told that 500 men were squeezed in these rooms of which there were four. We were told that there was no place for sanitation and that the dead were left in with the living. We saw the internal walkways that were used to march the men to the door of no return. We then saw the dungeons for our women. similar to the men's dungeons except for two freaky differences.

First there were doorways, cut into the walls, about 8 feet above the floor, so that the European men could grab our women for their own pleasure whenever that so desired. They raped our women and killed them if the became pregnant. Second, there were also small cells for what Blankson explained as the troublesome women. Those who would not succumb to the men. They were left in these cells to die.

We then moved on through the internal walkways to the door of no return. A powerful experience to open the door and see nothing but sea. As we walked toward the heavily fortified walls of the fort, my eyes were fixed on the vast presence of the ocean and the sense that there was no way to know what and where it was to lead.
http://www.africa-ata.org/gh_photos1.htm

As we turned to continue our tour and we came upon a new sign that was above the door. It said the"Door of Return". This sign was placed here recently, when the bones from a slave cemetary on Wall St in NYC and also a site in Jamaica were returned for inturnment at the river side (The Joseph Project) which was the place for "The Last Bath" for captured people b4 they arrived at the castle.

We proudly passed through the door of return!

We continued to the areas of the castle where the English resided. The first place that we came upon is the English church. A chapel situated above the dungeons. Thats right, their church was right on top of our ancestors dungeons.

Then on to the offices and quarters for the Brittish. I was amazed at the stark difference in atmosphere. I immediately wanted it as my studio. Whole walls of windows, wood floors big open spaces. Jesse did not want to go into the area.

This is one of the premier tourist spots in Ghana. It has been cleaned up and painted. It is where so many African Americans come to cry, rage and understand. I surprised myself as I did not have that experience so much. The areas for the women did touch me, but there was something that was a bit too staged about the site in it's current state that kept me from really feelin it. The fact that there were so many Ghanaian voyeurs around did not help. I felt that I wanted privacy (no such thing in Ghana, there are eyes everywhere!) to really feel. I disappointed myself as I wanted to cry, I wanted to rage and I wanted to wail and discharge.......pero nada.

Friday, October 13, 2006

Friday the 13th at the "Busy Internet Cafe" in Accra. Thank goodness.....speed and good equipment. Yahoo messenger on Karen and Jesse online.

Things are good-Chupoo arrived Wednesday evening and she has now recovered from jet lag. We are hooking up with Andrea and Yaw tonight. Golden Tulip for dinner and "Next Door" night club for dancing.

Tomorrow is the ride to Cape Coast. We decided to take the car and driver. Mafo is such a great guy and he will keep us safe and happy along the way. A lot of my work will be in Cape Coast as it is where Vivien will make the duvet covers for me. I still have to design them. I know what fabrics will go together just have to decide on their configuration. I am excited and pray that me and my sister will have good communications and work well.

The book project at the refugee camp did not work out for us. We had the first meeting and it went well, lots of awesome ideas and plans. I made the mistake of serving beer and they all got drunk..........not good!
This was last Saturday afternoon. Then we had the first official workshop on Monday. We did well, made a story board and were well on our way to a great book for children on the subject of reconciliation.

Tuesday morning only one person came in the car when it arrived. It was the project coordinator. I thought uh oh! He said the artists wanted me to pay them 300 bucks or they were not coming back. They say they have been burned by Americans and Europeans who have used their art and not paid them. So they wanted to be paid up front. They had hungry families etc.

I understand their needs --the camp is rough and the director Fancis said that everyone there lives day to day. So not having planned to pay the artists to come to these free workshops that were to create a book by-for and about them and their comminty, I had to let it go. This is so disappointing to me. Each artist was fully aware of the goals and parameters of the project b4 it began and they also asked me MULTIPLE questions about money at each meeting that we had.

BTW--We have also decided to come home direct instead of stopping in Amsterdam.

time running out
love to all

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


Jesse:
I will end my entries in this blog with a little hind-site in tabular form. Caryl will carry on from here. She's still experiencing Ghana.

I would also like to thank the Antione Family (Left to right: Dave, Margo, and Tanaquil) for picking me up at Newark Airport and watching the car for 2.5 weeks.


What I wish I'd brought:

  • laundry detergent tablets
  • sunscreen
  • two 512M cards for the camera instead of the 1G (faster uploads at the internet cafe')
  • another hat
  • under ware made of synthetic fabric
  • more nylon shirts
  • synthetic fabric swimming trunks
  • Solar charger for my stuff
  • 120-240 adapters for the shortwave radio
  • a jacket for 40 degree weather in Amsterdam and possibly Newark
  • gifts to dash Ghanaian friends (no hats for the US world cup team)
  • ham radio stuff
  • natural anti-diarrhea medication (herbals)

What I wished I'd left at home:

  • The big black shoes I didn't wear.
  • Boxer under ware (briefs are cooler)
  • extra dress shirts
  • prejudices and misconceptions about Africans and Africa

What I'm Glad I had:

  • "marine" tactical hat
  • REI camp pants and shirts
  • Acidofolis pearls (that don't require refrigeration.)
  • Swiss army knife
  • prescription polarized shades
  • noise canceling headphones for the plane trip
  • a patient wife



Jesse:
I'm back in "plantation" USA with mixed thoughts and emotions. Ghana had a certain freedom--unencumbered by racism, and infrastructure as well.

While I was in Ghana, I was a clear outsider. There I was an absolute American--which means I had the stuff ($) that could make Ghanaian dreams come true. This is interesting because here in the US, I am also an outsider. However, unlike in Ghana, I'm conditionally an American--usually around election and tax times.

Too many Ghanaian looked at me with hungry, perhaps envious eyes. It was as if one touch of my wallet could cure all ills. This was particularly apparent in Bowire, when we were mobbed by a bunch of youths hawking dubious goods with sales pitches that quickly turned to pleas, and then to out right demands. It was also apparent in the request from a young man that my wife buy him a car because he needed one and because she was from America.

I will go back to Ghana--or better put, forward to Ghana. Most of the people were friendly and welcoming and the place is not as encumbered by wacky laws and corporate control.

And I'll admit as an engineer, I'm absolutely fascinated by the challenges the infrastructure, or lack there of, presents:
  • The scheduled rolling black outs or "no light" 24 hour periods (every 3 days) in Ghana actually make alternative power viable there. Ghanaians don't freak out if the power goes out (as we do in the US) so there's should not be as great a need for massive battery capacity. Lower capacity means smaller, more durable, and safer battery plants. The Sankofa Beach house we stayed at would be ideal for both PV and wind power installations. I can envision a day when solar arrays and wind turbine components are being openly sold at the "electricals" stalls in Makola marketplace.
  • Ghana is embracing wireless technology. Everyone has GSM cell phones! In fact, there was no landline phone at the beach house. Internet access at the cafes is "backhauled" via Smart WiFi systems that run at DSL speeds, and there are stories on the 'Net that WiMAX mesh technology is being rolled out, as well. This puts Ghana ahead in some ways of the US.
  • Pollution is a major issue in Accra and I'm sure, in other major cities in Ghana. It seems that other "more developed" countries have dumped the vehicles that failed their more stringent emission standards in Ghana. This problem presents, as one of my professors at Howard would have said, a chance to display one's engineering expertise.
  • Sanitation and water are issues that must be addressed in Ghana as well. Malaria and other water borne and water based diseases are big issues there. Issues that organizations like Engineers without Borders and Engineers for a Sustainable World are addressing.
  • Ghana is a nation of hackers! They have had to modify, retrofit, and improvise "western technology" to make it better fit their needs. They take tractor-trailers and modify the suspension so that they can operate on the unpaved roads that connect major cities and markets. They repair laptops and cell phones, instead of discarding them. (huh!?) I look forward to the day when engineering students from the US are sent to Ghana to learn how to make things with their hands. Making things is becoming a lost art in engineering education.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Caryl:
Since Jesse left Ghana yesterday. Life here in Kokrobite has been interesting to say the least.Kayode and Boris helped me to drop Jesse at the airport and we headed back to the beach. It was fun we stopped at the same chop bar that we went to upon arriving in the country. I had cow foot! YUM YUM!

Along the way back to Sankofa Boris asked if I wanted to go to the "Camp". This is the refugee camp where 40000 Liberians have live for almost 17 years now. I was to begin a project with 15 artists who live there the next day-the project which is to create a children's book for the kids in the camp, is going to happen at the beach house to give the artists a very fine relaxing environment in which to work. They and I actually thought it would be a good idea to see the camp tp better understand where they r coming from.

I have never been in a refugee camp before and I was somewhat unprepared to see the situation of my brothers and sisters.
http://www.irinnews.org/report.asp?ReportID=50599&SelectRegion=West_Africa

The conditions are abismal. It was night and there was no light so I could only see the amazing number of young women dressed like girls in the hiphop videos and men buying their services. It looked like what I can only imagine a strickly roots red light district is.

We went to visit my friends at the pool cafe and the boys I was riding with sent a small boy to round up some girls for them. Drinking beers -a woman on each lap-back and forth into the shadows. I am sitting there thinking what the hell am I doing here?

I was so angry at this scene-so hurt for our fellow African Americans.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Jesse:
I have just made 3 unsuccessful atempts at calling Caryl in Accra from 3 different phones in the Amsterdam Airport Schiphol. In each case, the polite international operator informed me that I cannot call Ghana (nor send an SMS message there) from the particular phone I am using! They also couldn't tell me if there are any phones in the airport that will allow calls to Ghana to go through! I will resist the racial presumptions, but this is wierd. I guess Ghanians in Amsterdam use their wireless GSM phones to call their loved ones and tell them they arrived safely.

Ok, this is probably bad, but I have a 6 hour layover here and little desire to go and hang around in Amsterdam. First of the all, everythings closed right now (0719 local) and its a cool 40 degress outside. And finally, I have the Dutchman's Revenge. (The instructions for taking the Imodium, I just bought, are in Dutch so I'll have to dope-out the dosage.)

Thursday, October 05, 2006


Jesse:
Back in noisy, smelly, buzy Accra--and peaceful, relaxing Sankofa Beach House at Kokrobite.

Yesterday we did the market at Makola to shop for food and supplies for Caryl's project at the UN Liberian refugee camp. (Caryl may describe her project in future blog entries.)

The 2 hour round trip to the market in "go-slows", the difficulty with negotiateing with vendors and find the goods and services you need on a daily basis exposes and demonstrate how difficult it is to do thing here.

As well, I learned that the Ghana Amateur Radio Scoiety is no longer operating because Kofi Jackson, 9G1AJ is a silent key. He was the coheasive force behind GARS. As well, his widow, told me she has no contact with the other members of the society.

Monday, October 02, 2006


Jesse:
Getting ready to head back to Accra after a somewhat good time in Bonwire and Ntonso. Above is a great pic of Caryl with the "oldest master Kente weaver" at Bonwire. I'm sorry but I didn't get the Elder's name. I also met an English woman at a Bonwire fabric shop who claimed to be shopping for "famous African Americans" including Spike Lee.There was too much begging and crude attempts at scamming us with junk in Bonwire--the whole experience reminded me of "backshesh" in Egypt.

In Ntonso, we met some master Adinkra printers and Kente weavers. Caryl will be collaborating with them on her return next week. Here are pictures of the work area:



The bus ride from Cape coast to Kumasi long, difficult, and characteristically late--in fact, it almost didn't happen at all. First the 5:30 pm bus didn't show until 8 pm; then when we got aboard it wouldn't start. We waited around for about 2 more hours until another clean, new bus showed up and off-loaded. This new bus was about to leave and go out of service when a perturbed mob from our bus commandeered it! With the help of an STC bus official that had returned to the station after her shift ended, we were on our way to Kumasi.