Torgome Village
Trip Start
Aug 16, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 13, 2008
We visited Torgome Village just outside of Accra. I thought it would be one of those moments on television when BBC or PBS shows us video of indigenous natives with no education or heart. What I was exposed to was the prettiest of truths. I went to the village with my mind predetermined on the outcome. I thought I would go there and they would ask me tons of questions to which I would become like a mother hen and answer. Yet, none of this happened. When we arrived there were heaps of children running towards the bus, smiling and laughing simply for the joy of a new visitor. After our traditional naming ceremony, mine is AdZo SeNa which means "God gives", with the Queen Mother and Chief we walked around the mostly female village and learned different crafts. I tried my hand at Kente weaving, which was much harder than I thought.
Yet, the thing that comforted me the most is that these children were so quiet and well behaved. They never jumped down each others back, except for the occasional brother-sister tussle. I learned that the reason mothers/sisters carry the child on their backs is so that the baby an hear the mother's heart beat. And did you know there was not ONE child screaming! Every one looked calm and at peace with themselves. I thought it to be eerie until I realized that that is how life should be! It's shouldn't be a heavy burden filled with insecurities and self-doubt. It should feel whole as if all of the strings that pull us separate directions were woven into one Kente cloth. I loved my time there. When we left all I could do was continue to express my gratitude for God allowing me to have the life that I did. Because had my ancestors not struggled across the water, on the field, through a renaissance just to fight for rights....I wouldn't be writing this blog.
Yet, the thing that comforted me the most is that these children were so quiet and well behaved. They never jumped down each others back, except for the occasional brother-sister tussle. I learned that the reason mothers/sisters carry the child on their backs is so that the baby an hear the mother's heart beat. And did you know there was not ONE child screaming! Every one looked calm and at peace with themselves. I thought it to be eerie until I realized that that is how life should be! It's shouldn't be a heavy burden filled with insecurities and self-doubt. It should feel whole as if all of the strings that pull us separate directions were woven into one Kente cloth. I loved my time there. When we left all I could do was continue to express my gratitude for God allowing me to have the life that I did. Because had my ancestors not struggled across the water, on the field, through a renaissance just to fight for rights....I wouldn't be writing this blog.


