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cathy

Cape Coast

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Thank you, friends, for continuing to stop by when I have been so neglectful of you. I look forward to December, when life should slow down and I hope to have more time to just be at home. In the meantime, I will continue to be scarce, given some huge deadlines that I have in the coming weeks.
I have so many stories and tales to share from my trip to Ghana. When you come by here for some weeks to come, you will find me being indulgent in telling these tales. I learned so much in such a short period of time. I went there to work on a contract with the Canadian government. More than that I shouldn't really say here.
The photo that you see in this post was taken from Elmina Castle, ground zero for the slave trade. The heat and smells were oppressive, and the history emanating from this place was overwhelming. Ghanaians, and Africans in general, have a different history than our own. A different story to tell. A different context, and one where race has not held such a prominent role. Race is more irrelevant there. The lone white woman in a sea of dark black faces did not warrant a second glance in so many instances. It is only a skin colour, after all. How uncomfortable I could have felt. But how comforted they made me feel. Completely welcome. Obruni they called me: foreigner. But not really that foreign at all.

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So good to be back...

Sunday, November 04, 2007

For a girl who wanted to be either Jane Goodall or Diane Fossey, this
was an absolute highlight of the trip to Ghana for sure.
I am dropping in to let you know that I am back from Africa (if you are still checking any more!). It was a most amazing experience and I will be posting more photos here and on my Flickr page in the days and weeks to come. Life will remain very busy for me through the end of this month and then I think I'll collapse and simply stay at home with the boys and make crafts and bake cookies for four weeks straight!

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