Holiday Greetings
from
Kojo, Abena and Kwesi

Confused…don’t worry. These are our Ghanaian names. In Ghana, every person receives a day name—a name representing the day of the week they were born. Mike was born in a Monday, which means Kojo. Jaden (Kwesi) was born on a Sunday. My day name, Abena, means Tuesday.
In June 2008, we took the trip of a lifetime. We traveled to the continent of Africa (yes Sarah Palin, Africa is a continent). The seeds for this trip were planted more than a year ago thanks to Macalester College’s international host program. Through that program, we became the host family for Seyram Addom, a lovely young lady from Ghana, West Africa. Over the past year, a kinship has developed between the Addom family and us which led to her parents (Victor and Joyce) extending an invitation for us to visit Ghana. The idea of visiting Africa—especially walking on the same land as my ancestors—has been a dream of mine ever since I traced my roots through DNA. So, with our 10th wedding anniversary looming, we decided to accept their warm invitation.
Joyce and Victor arranged for us to stay at a guesthouse a few blocks from their home and far away from the tourist district. Each morning we walked over to their home, often with the neighborhood chickens or goats strolling nearby. For the most part, the only time the residents even noticed us was when little children waved to Mike and said “Hi Abroni.” The mothers would giggle because Abroni means white man.
The Addom family extended a level of hospitality that exceeded all of our expectations. They introduced us to some of Ghana’s most fascinating sites, such as exploring Kakum National Park Rainforest and watching carpenters make fantasy coffins for the dearly departed. Also, as a surprise, the family hired an African drum band with dancers to entertain us during our anniversary dinner.

Actual coffin shaped like a king cobra.

Our anniversary dinner and dance.

kakum Nat'l Park (L-R), Victor, Jaden, Deb, Setri, Mike, Joyce, Seyram and Kofi.

Sandwiched like sardines for months at a time, this dungeon held over 1000 male slaves awaiting transport to the colonies. Due to unsanitary conditions, often many died.
The most impressive place we visited—and the primary reason for our trip—was a former slave castle. Cape Coast Castle is only one of countless slave castles along the west coast of Africa. Under British rule, countless numbers of captured Africans languished in the dungeon waiting for slave ships to haul them to the colonies. Our tour guide described in horrific detail the brutality they experienced. He also revealed that ever since Ghana gained independence in 1957, it has strived to make amends for its part in the slave trade by welcoming descendants of slaves back home.
In just eight days, we learned so much about life in Ghana; like how to pound yams into a tasty porridge called fufu. I felt connected to the people of Ghana in a way I never anticipated. So much so, that I have adopted Ghana as my ancestral homeland and the Addoms as my extended family. Mike and I are excited about returning the hospitality as the Addoms are planning a visit here very soon.
With regards to the rest of our family, everyone is well. Brian is staying at our house again while he takes classes and works part-time. Chris graduated and now teaches at a school in Minneapolis for pregnant teens/teen mothers. Susan continues with medical school although is no longer married.
Jaden is growing in both size and intellect. He’s now in 3rd grade; however, in a 4th grade math group. He enjoys reading Star Wars books or building things with Legos and K’nex; that is when he’s not playing Guitar Hero on Nintendo DS. He still plays piano and viola. He also has joined the community center swim team.
I’m still writing for the Twin Cities Daily Planet and volunteering for the Science Museum. In addition, I’m taking adult beginner Irish dance lessons and at the same time shattering another stereotype by proving not all black people have rhythm. If my knees and courage hold up, I’ll be dancing on St. Patrick’s Day with the Rince na Chroi school (pronounced Rink eh na Kree). That’s Gaelic for Dance of the Heart.
Mike finds solace from the daily grind of work by communing with nature. Whenever possible, he likes to go camping. This summer we upgraded from our pop-up camper to an RV. The comfortable bed, bathroom, and kitchen make camping that much more enjoyable. We think of it as our cabin on wheels. Also, as a birthday present, he received an inflatable 3-person kayak (it actually resembles a canoe) that he plans to take out next year as soon as the lakes thaw.

Our family standing outside our new RV.
I cannot end this letter without commenting on this historic election year. Our country overwhelmingly elected a man who, less than 150 years ago, would have been sold to the highest bidder and branded like cattle. Some well-meaning people thought our nation was not ready for this; that inspiring people to believe in a better America only offered false hope. However, in the words of President-elect Barack Obama, “…in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.”
God bless America.