Couldn’t even muster a smile.
After feeling the thick tension that roams through the House of Slaves, I was emotionally drained. This was one of many final exit points of slaves before getting shipped from Africa to the America’s. And even though I read about the “door of no return” in Ghana and Senegal, being there in person was an overwhelmingly heavy experience that I wasn’t prepared for. (Swipe left to see what it was like). Just looking at the dungeon where kids were kept and standing on the same soil where families were separated-while others lost their lives at sea...was more tears than I bargained for. But ironically those intense moments were the best part of my trip. And while I’m thankful for all the other beautiful countries I’ve experienced...as a black traveler, I’ve never connected to a destination like this one. Italy, Hong Kong, or Peru just don’t compare. Tell Tyrone. So if you’re a person of color and wondering where you should go next, please don’t ignore or under-estimate the unique magic, history, and connection that can only be found and felt in West Africa. It will leave you pleasantly full while equally hungry for more.