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The beginning of the Trail
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Yesterday was an experience that I will never forget. We took a trip to Juffereh, a small town that is home to Kunta Kinteh Island. We woke up and got dressed around 7am, which is the time Seedy told us to be ready. We went down to eat breakfast, but the cook was late to work so we came back up to the room until breakfast was ready. We ate
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Idk what they were doing |
breakfast around 8:30a and Seedy along with Jerreh came strolling in around 10:30am. Now from my Africa experience thus far, I should have known not to take 7am literally, but I didn’t want to not be ready so I woke up anyway. When Seedy and Jerreh arrived we had to walk up to the carwash to get the car. We waited for the car for about an hour and it wasn’t until 11:30pm that we were on our way to Banjul to catch the ferry. When arrived in Banjul we had a few issues trying to get on the Ferry. The Gambia River splits the country in half; therefore we had to get across the River to the town of Barra before we could get to the island. Our issue was trying to get the
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Drinking from the River |
car on the Ferry, but after 2.5 hours and tough negotiation we were finally able to board the ferry. The Ferry ride was an hour long, but I was beginning to get worried because it was already pushing 4pm.
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Shelter from the rain |
After getting off of the Ferry I began getting excited for what I was about to encounter. I was taking pictures of nearly everything, until we got to a security checkpoint. One of the officers saw Keyachtta snap a picture and he took her camera. He was really mean about the situation and he refused to give her back her camera. Jerreh and Seedy tried to talk to him calmly and he insisted on putting his hand in their faces and
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A rainbow amongst the clouds |
yelling at them. Jerreh hold a high position within the government, but the entire time he refused to use his authority to get the camera back. It took about 30 minutes for the security officer to allow her to delete the photo so that we could continue on with our journey. On our way to Juffereh we got turned around a few times, but there were always locals around to redirect us. Driving along the dirt roads it was obvious that we
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The Point of No Return |
were in a rural area. There were straw huts and compounds made of clay. We even picked up a few walkers while we were driving. Finally we pulled up to an arch titled Roots Heritage Trail. The trail was significant because this is the route that Kunta Kinteh and other slaves took when they were captured by the Europeans and British. Before getting out of the car I tried to imagine what it would be like to be a young girl traveling down this path knowing I may never be free again. We walked along the trail and there was a slave holding house at the end, called San Domingo. There weren’t many ruins left, but the
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San Domingo |
building served as a place to hold slaves once they were captured and a church for the Portuguese. After walking away from San Domingo it began to rain a little bit and then all of a sudden it began to pour down rain. We ran to try to
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It speaks for itself |
find shelter but by the time we made it back to the hut, we were completely drenched. Seedy then decides to say, “Let me go get the car, so we don’t have to be wet anymore.” I couldn’t believe that we could have driven the car down and avoided the rain, but I just continued to smile. We proceeded to James Island, which was later named Kunta Kinteh Island, and we could finally see the island off in the distance when we arrived at the port.. When we got out of the car small children in just their underwear rushed down to greet us. There was a statue of a person with freed shackles that said “Never Again.” That statement in itself on this island was so significant and heart-felt. We tried to take pictures
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They were so happy |
in front of the statue but the children kept asking to take pictures of them. I took pictures of the children and then I invited them to come take a picture with me. One of the girls had a hernia growing on her
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Kunta!!! |
belly button and all of the children were wet from the rain. After snapping pictures the children began to ask for “monies,” but Seedy said something to them in Mandinka and they ran off. The men of the village charged us 600 Dalasis’ to get to the island and back and 100 Dalasis’ for a ticket to enter the island. I was excited and ready to go and then Seedy says, “I’m a Muslim and I have to go pray now.”
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They kept clapping for the picture |
While he was praying I walked over to the CFAO Building which was once a slave trading post. Most of the building was still intact, but it had been used after slavery by the government. While I was waiting a man walked up to me and said “Sistah, welcome home! You are home now!” While we there the men referred to us as
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Our transportation |

“homecomers” because we were visiting the past of our ancestors. After 30 minutes seedy and Jerreh were done praying and we were finally ready to cross. Getting into the small canoe, I was really scared I was going to fall into the water. I had to sit down on the dock and jump into the fisherman’s arms to get into the boat. The ride over was about 15 minutes and I was afraid the entire time. Our journey over to the island was known as the “Voyage of No Return.” Once the slaves
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Yes, I was afraid |
were taken across the water it was nearly impossible for them to escape back
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A Model of the Island from Slavery |
over. From the island the slaves were loaded in the passage ships and taken to their destinations. Once we arrived at Kunta Kinteh Island, you could see the cannons that were used for slaves that may have tried to escape or rebel. The island
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A moment of reflection |
is full or ruins, but there were signs to let you know where you were standing. There was the Slave Yard, the
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This sign was mortifying |
Governor’s room, the council’s room, and the cistern. There was tunnel that looked as if the slave were taken down through it in when they were boarded upon the ship. When were out in the slave

yard I did a lot of reflecting. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t imagine how it would feel to be ripped away from your family and your home. I could imagine the people being afraid and angry, but they were helpless in their chains and shackles. There were any
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The Ruins of the Island |
stories posted, nor was there a tour guide to give us a detailed account of the history of the island, so I had to create my own vision based off of prior knowledge. We weren’t on the island long, but it was long enough to imagine all of the lives that were lost and destroyed. We headed back
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Jerreh and I at the passageway |
to car around 7pm, so that we could make it to catch the Ferry back over to Banjul before it got too late. This time around we only waited for an hour, but it was the ride on the Ferry that took the longest. Coming back it took about 1.5 hours on the Ferry, which would have been ok, but we were already late for dinner with Dr. George. We were supposed to have dinner at 6pm, with Dr. George a locally renowned dentist who has
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There was no way to escape |
served for W.H.O (World Health Organization) and who has studied in the US, the UK, and Australia. We were extremely late, because we had got off to late start, but he was still inviting us to come have dinner with him and his wife. We didn’t make it Dr. George’s house until 11pm, which seemed really bad, but they were still happy to see us. Dr. George wife had

prepared a traditional African meal which consisted of Chicken Yassa, Rice Benachin with Barracuda fish, Green salad, and potato salad. I was a little afraid, but once I took my first bite I was in love. The food
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Traditional African meal |
was spicy, but it was by far the best meal I’ve had since I’ve been abroad. At one point, my mouth was on fire and I my eyes began to
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Dr. George's beautiful home |
water. Mrs. George kept offering more food, but I was stuffed after a while. It had been the first meal I had eaten in nearly 15 hours! After dinner we talked about the African experience over a bowl of ice cream and mango. We took a picture with Dr. George and his wife inside of their beautiful home and then we made our way back home for the night. Although it had been a long day and I was the dirtiest I had ever been in my life from all of the rain and the mud, the day still had a perfect ending.
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Introducing The Georges |