by Cheryl Oates
October 20, 2011

I was already sweating as I darted through the path of cars and tro-tros whizzing down Labadi Beach Road. I was in an appreciative mood thanks to the warm sunshine on my face, and the sound of sing-song humming coming from women dressed in impossibly tailored dresses as they made their way to church. I [...]
Read more. →
by Cheryl Oates
September 21, 2011

The feeling of dark, crowded, stale air is a breath I won’t forget. The slave dungeon of Cape Coast Castle is still thick with the memory of the unspeakable treatment of thousands of men and women in the 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries. I made my way through the nearly 4000 year old building, imagining [...]
Read more. →