Sunday brought another trip two hours west of Accra to Cape Coast wherein lies one a castle that harbored thousands of African slaves before being shipped off to the Americas. The experience was appropriately chilling as I imagined it would be, yet still unnerving when entering the dungeons where hundreds of humans were forced into the darkest, dirtiest, disease-ridden chambers one could imagine. The museum in the castle was fairly interesting and I learned some new things about African culture that appear all over the world. For example, Rastafarianism is named after a Ghanaian leader, Ras Tafari, who, ironically, gathered a following professing a return to the ways of the Old Testament (which forbids the cutting of hair, hence the long dread locks). Oh man, go tell a Rasta looking dude that he should look no longer to the joint in his hand for his “roots” so much as the Bible.
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