Hello Dear Reader. It’s been quite the journey so far…and I’m not even halfway done. I have been documenting, in varying detail, our experience here in the motherland.
Today we are in Grand Bassam, enjoying a wonderful day at the beach. It’s a partly cloudy day but, the light has been shining in all of us since we set food on this beautiful continent. I digress, the beach was…Amazing. The surf, however, was amazingly dangerous. I’m not a strong swimmer and looking at how rough those waves were hitting the beach…yea, nah. I don’t think Micheal Phelps would step foot in that water. That said, we were basically chilling in our “gazebos” for a lack of a better term, enjoying the sights and sounds of the shore.
Soon after our arrival, the vendors selling all types of wares, arrived. I posted about it on IG, here’s the screenshot.
Since we were so close, we also visited the Musee National Des Costumes, a small yet informative museum which delved into the meaning behind many of the costumes/ceremonial garb (past and present) worn by different tribes. We also learned about the outright savagery of the enslavers. Comparatively speaking, I can see why descendants of the enslavers want to minimize or “forget” the teaching of what happened in the past. The irony is that they called US savages and defended the inhumanity by leaning on Religion and other fictional narratives. This whole attack on Critical Race is a collective “why you bringing up old shyt?” Aren’t we to “Never Forget” 9/11 or the Holocaust? Asking for a friend.
Ok, off my soapbox…the museum was a treasure. We, fortunately, had an English speaking tour guide who walked us through the museum, explaining the meaning behind each and every exhibit. Even now, thinking back and reviewing the pics, there are so many mixed emotions (a feeling I would experience a lot on this trip).
We left the museum, headed back to the beach and enjoyed the pool, sunset and some late afternoon snacks. Soon, it would be time to return home…punctuated by a group karaoke session led by “The Captain” Keito. Our bus ride to and fro was lit thx to Capt…more on him in a future post. The NEXT post, however, will be about the final wedding In Abidjan. More to come…
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