In a quest to find my personal independence, I had to find out where my ancestors came from. I set out tracing my African ancestral roots, and it lead me to Ghana. Upon finding out this information, I wanted to visit the sites responsible for myself (and many other Black folks in the African Diaspora) for being forced into the hells of the middle passage. I wanted to see a fraction of what they saw before reaching the point of no return
I spent time with the/my Ghanaian people, from visiting the local hospital in Keta and the village of Atito, to eating Banku in the homes of local friends, and paying my respects to Kwame Nkrumah's Memorial Park.