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Full Circle...

Full Circle…

I am back in the States from Ghana…

In Ghana, I was the returning son, serving and enjoying my parents. I was a Dad, for my son on his personal pilgrimage of connection, roots research and service. I was a senior brother everyone looked up to. I was a husband for my wife and the ideal travel companion…

In Accra, I walked and walked… I rode in tro-tros and taxis of all stripes. I rode in Chinese Yutong buses and German Benz vans…

I was in in Cape Coast and Elmina to revisit the Castles of African Enslavement and to relearn about human wickedness and pledge to not visit such savagery on anyone…

I was in Kakum swinging on the canopy walk. I went to Shai Hills for a tiny Safari walk to connect with baboons numerous small bird species and ostriches! I was in Gomoa Nyanyanor swimming and chilling on probably the best beach I’ve ever seen. 

I was an urban warrior and a village bumpkin. I ate and ate and ate…banku, kenkey, fufu, joloff, fish and chicken. I savored the sauces and soups…and the beers…

I saw beauty in the land, the pristine beaches, grasslands and forests. I saw beauty and grace in the people, my people…

I saw problems, big problems…I saw the plastic everywhere…hanging in tress, clogging up the drains, choking the beaches…I saw the trucks dumping raw sewage into the sea…

All through this stay in Ghana, I have had a feeling of “Full Circle” as a theme. Returning to the States feels like full circle again…Full Circle as in a return to origins, as in renewal, as in rebirth, as in recycled roots research.

There once was a boomerang! It was thrown across the ocean to the opposite shore…It was thrown back, and then thrown again, back and forth and back and forth…Each time it glided, its flight was smoother. On each journey, the boomerang became a better boomerang, sleeker, sharper, more accurate…

Full Circle!