My Trip to Africa

1/Rush Hour
  I almost did not want to believe that this trip would be a reality because it just seemed to good to be true. It was a snowy/rainy morning whcih the group had to meet up at Eric/s hous. When everyone was packed and loaded on the van, I decided to go with Mr. Donald Brown in his car. It turned out that we both almost missed the lane, because of some paper work Mr. Brown had to take care of and find, but we both indeed made it in the nick of time.

2/ The Plane Ride
  The plane ride did not at all seem to be long. After they served lunch. I had fun bothering an d taking pictures of everyone that was asleep. It was strange that we were actually on the lplane to Africa and I guess that I thought really sort of shocks me still. I read and listened to  my radio during the time of the flight. I also walk back and forth getting soda. the flight attendants were really nice. They tolk us many things to expect and the things not to expect.

3Africa/

 When the plane touch ground, I felt like afeeling of proudness running throughout my body. I still could not believe that we had just landed in Africa but I felt proud and youful to be there. I was anxious to get off the plane but somehow I maiontained my foucs and calm down. I remember talking my first stip in Africa, and it was  as I was a baby just learning how to walk. i was so overcome with joy just to be there that i could not help but  to act stupid and crazy. I was greatly impressed with the way we were approacehed and treated. I remember that all I kept hearing wass "my brohter, My brother/
 O re,,eber everupme beomg a;; excoete amd kist beomg glad that we were there.

  I remmber being tired and just wanting to get to the hotel. The hotel really amzed me. Beside being beautiful it was nothein that I expected. My won room, TV, telephone, and a beautiful overlook of the ocean. I remmber just the feeling of happiness that would later keep me awake throught that whole night.

4/ Attractions
  SlaveHouse, Goree Island.

 the ferry ride was wonderful, being in the slave house in Africa is one of the experiences that I would never forget. If I was  a feeling of numbness in my body a feeling of coldness when it was about 90 degrees out. When we vwere being instructed of th harsh reality of what our ancestors went thourh, I remmber a feeling of hatred that started to feel. Although I kepy myself from crying, I hated the feeling  and I truly wanted to cry. To think that I today stanking in one of the many places that the slave, my people stood on, getting examined, beat up, raped by the slavers, made me upset. As I listen to the translator it was almost as if this was a movie. In a flash, I started visualizing the scenes. I evern heard some noise in my head and for a moment I was really scared. For every room that I looked into, I remember the looks on theri face and the sars on their body. Although this scene was tnot there physically for others to see, but to me it was real and it's something I would never forget. I remmber seeing most of the adults crying and I felt pain helpless, I felt that there is nothing I  or anyone else could have done to change and I rember myself saying "them these slave masters".

After the instructor finished speaking, I felt proud. I realized that my culture and my ancestors were strong people, people of character and toughness. I wanted to thank them for delivering me from slavery, they went through it, so we wouldn't have to. I remember feeling proud, and I will never forget that feeling.

 As I was leaving the slave house, I remember the instructor saying I would preach these words until my death and I remember hearing those words clearly and in my heart I said thank you to the slaves as well as the instructor.

 I remember leaving that house with sadness. But I aslo left with a sense of identity. Now I knew what my people went through and I felt rpoud to be part of such a strong culture. I knew that visit was going tobe emotional but that emotion just built on to my character, and  that visit to the slave house touched my life and my soul. It made me visualize the dumb things I use to do and it made me see that I should try to become a better black young man. As I left that slave house. I left with the strength of my ancestors and the wisdom of my elders. and I know my mission wasn't over and i wont' be until I make my ancestors proud, because they have made me proud