The Duck Loved Us
My pleasant weekend ended with another pleasant re-connection with a presumed lost history. I have found new pictures from my trip to Six Flags, St. Louis in my co-traveller Mafoya’s camera. Since I already lost my own camera, I could only be pleased that at least some memory of that event remains. Looking through Reham’s camera during the week, I also found a few ones she had taken of me all the way from Providence. Hmm, this is surely one weekend of memories.
Mafoya the Beninoise, Kola the Travula, Audrey the French, Six Flags Duck, Mary the American, Reham the Egyptian, and two other African students from Kenya and Zimbabwe
On our way into the Batman rides
See ya...!
Monday, being a holiday, was another opportunity for me to reconnect with the town, so I chose to go visiting Rudy Wilson, a retired African-American professor at SIUE who once again offered to host us at his beautiful home with his friends and family.
My guess by the way of opinion is that the people in power today in West Africa could only have descended from the slave raiders and slave masters of those times. This is the only explanation I could give to explain why a people so brutally decimated have not retained a strong enough interest in passing down the story of that horrible crime. The prey never got a chance to speak, and so the story of the hunt has always favoured the hunter. I confess that all I know about slavery were not from any class textbooks but from many other secondary sources and my own independent research. Is it that slavery doesn’t matter much as a subject of discussion and research to the people whose ancestors were so badly betrayed? If we couldn’t have done anything about it
