Showing posts with label canoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label canoes. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2025

Trek to Alligator Pond.

Wi nevva even catch cole!😭

That's the fate of fisherfolk. Sometimes the fish are running and sometimes they keep their mouths shut.

About a week ago, we went out from our usual spot in Duncans, Trelawny, but not even the fisherman who took us got a bite.

So,  having been told that Alligator Pond in Manchester had better fishing grounds, we drove over three hours for the big catch.

Shanti who took us out

We stopped at Sunny Isle Cay. Last year's hurricane wrecked sections of it.

This is by Sunny Isle Cay off the coast of Alligator Pond

The only thing we caught all morning was sea weed.😭

Three times I thought I got a bite and it was sea grass. Not even the fisherman got a nibble.

That area would be great for manatee (sea cow) but we ate them into virtual extinction on the south coast.

Anyway it was a good trek as we got an Airbnb and lymed at Little Ochi the night before.



Our Airbnb 





Port Kaiser and Lovers Leap in the distance.

Hanging out at the Airb&b.

Lots of fishing boats around






David, Bernie, Joan, Kai, Father Topping

Mitzie and David 





Mr and Mrs Evans who organized the trek. They gave us lots of fried lobster and curried crab😋

David and his dad

Yup we came home empty handed, but next year we gonna catch those critters .

 I can't believe it's tomorrow that I have to leave😭. 

How time flies when u having fun.

Thursday, March 6, 2025

Out of Africa

 Religion and slavery

If you are a descendant of African slaves, you shouldn’t visit Ghana without going to Cape Coast to see for yourself, some of the atrocities of the Atlantic slave trade.

This horrid place is 135km journey from Accra, the capital.

There you find Elmina Town on the Atlantic Ocean. That is where the shipment of captured and tortured slaves took place. 

Today it is a bustling fishing village to which traders come to from near and far to get supplies.

However, still visible and intimidating is a solid building on the hill overlooking the town. 

This was the army barracks which housed the well-armed soldiers who guarded the slave port, the fort and castle in which the human cargo were held.

In short, that is where the most heart-wrenching example of 'man's inhumanity to man' and the evils of Christianity, still stand fully exposed.

 It is also now an UNESCO heritage site.

This is Elmina Castle where the slaves were held, traded and tortured. The second floor had a chapel and religious quarters.

This castle was erected in 1482 by the Portuguese as a normal trading center until they realized how much more lucrative it was to trade in humans rather than products.

The Dutch seized the castle and fort from the Portuguese in 1637 and like their predecessors, used the promise of milk and honey through Christianity, to fool native chiefs and lull them into complacency while they continued the lucrative slave trade across the Atlantic.

In the mid 1600’s, the British who had become the most successful slave-trading nation, took over the castle and used it as their main slave trading post until 1807.

Between 1650 and 1860, it is estimated that approximately 10 and 15 million Africans were transported, often more dead than alive, to the colonies in the Caribbean, North and South America and to other countries.

Although the British claimed they had officially abolished slavery in 1837, their traders either outrightly or covertly, continued the trade or owned most of the ships that took millions more of captured Africans to their doom.

I often heard our Ghanaian guide's voice crack with emotion as he related some of the atrocities our ancestors experienced there.

What was especially disgusting for me was seeing the Biblical quotes all over the chapel and the space where the religious leaders slept. 

This is right above where slaves were tortured and kept chained in dark dungeons on cold bare floors.

On trading days, the slaves would be paraded naked below, as the buyers inspected them through the peep hole on the chapel floor and choose the ones they wanted.

Once the deal was done, the slave would then be branded with hot irons, with the names of their new owner.

Female slaves were also held naked and chained too. Sometimes they never received any food for 72 hours and all bathroom activities happened right there.

As the traders did not travel with their women, when they wanted sex, they would take one or a few females outside and wash them off. The water used to bathe them came from an underground drainage which they said they could never use themselves, as it was toxic.

Females who resisted were brutally punished. Those who got pregnant would be taken away to the town to deliver and brought back to the dungeon immediately.

Their children were never seen by them.

The dungeon to which rebellious slaves were taken had no ventilation, and the slaves were left there to starve to death. Their bodies were then dumped in the ocean.

The door of no return which led out to the ocean, was through which the slaves were taken out to the shore to board to small canoes which took them to the large slave ships anchored offshore.

Quite frankly, after seeing it all, I was shocked at how much Ghanaians are still into Christianity today despite these stark reminders in their midst of how evil it all is! (25% of Ghanaians are Muslim, the rest are Christian.)

 I have never seen more posters and billboards vying for people's souls anywhere else in the world than on this road from Accra to Cape Castle!

I estimated that at least 70% of all the roadside ads were about church activities, a small number advertised funerals and memorials, and the rest were commercial.

Jamaica has just as many actual churches as they do (proportionate to size and population of course) but they spend a lot more money by far on advertising religion than we do.

On a lighter note, whereas in Jamaica, there is usually a bar or two beside each church, I saw very few bars along the road to Cape Coast or anywhere else in general.

It seems Ghanaians concentrate on one spirit only.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Independence Day

 Independent Jamaica became 62 years old today, so how smart was it for me to depart from my outstanding homeland on this very day?


Not smart at all😔. 

For I will miss all the colors, pomp and ceremony.


Happy Independence to all my fellow Jamaicans at home and abroad.🇯🇲.
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We have much to be proud of.
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Anyway, I had a ball and before I had to rush out, I did get to watch a small flotilla of canoes from the Duncan's Bay Fishing village, proudly flying their flags as they were cheered on by a few people staying at Silver Sands. 















All checked in.


Jonkunnu entertainment at Mobay airport.😊.

Until next year then, same time same place.