FOR THE LOVE OF JESSARA
Two spirits in search of one another
Finally reunited while traveling through
the African Diaspora………..
The smells and the sounds of Africa seemed familiar. Jessara Ruth looked around at the dusty ruins but could not put her hand on it. She had been here before. Her spirit lived here. She might have been bound in the chains of slavery as she left on a slave ship. She folded her arms in front her breasts and shivered a little, as she stood in a former slave holding in Elmina Castle in Ghana , West Africa . Aaruellen Walker walked up behind her, gently touching her shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, this is like deja vu,” she said. “Ghosts walked on this spot, and I feel my spirit was there with them.” He didn’t laugh.
“Well, you know our ancestors believed in returning to our origin,” he said. “I’m just touched that I made this journey back to Ghana . I feel as if I’m home.” She smiled at his back as he walked away, heading toward the rest of the crowd they were with.
“Welcome home, my brothers and sisters,” said their guide, Kwame. “Welcome home, Akwaaba, Akwaaba.” Aaruellen looked through the crowd at Jessara and smiled. They met five days ago on this trip back to Africa to celebrate Thanksgiving. About 60 or so other Black people from America and the Caribbean made the exodus to the Motherland.
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I already read and voted on your blog. Very interesting, can't wait to read all about jessara.
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