I stood there staring at the ocean from the roof of this castle – the Elmina Slave Castle. A few minutes earlier I had walked through the dungeon where over 600 women were stored, before being shipped to the “New World” through these very waters. Some of their shackles still lay there, the bucket for their feces was still in the corner.
Even though it has been over 200 years, I could still smell the stench of blood, sweat and shit – I could still smell it. I cant imagine lying there in darkness and hearing the sound of freedom in the waves.
This was the first time the ocean looked ugly to me.