Sunday, July 23, 2006

"Akwaaba!" means Welcome Home.

Wow, I'm back from Africa now. It's been quite an amazing journey. I cried every day. Being in Ghana it was so challenging to get anything done with the internet. It was naive of me to think I would write a blog there. Even now it's difficult to try to put representational words on a journey that was so so so.. everything. Words fail from the beginning to represent the spectrum of events and internal re-workings that took place. Everyone involved was re-worked. I'm grateful we had a camera. What it captured is so beautiful.

This past weekend a good friend of mine has a birthday party in Los Angeles right after I arrive. Besides being jet-lagged, the last two days of the trip in Ghana I got some sort of African cold that came home with me. This is a really great friend of mine so I decide to go to his birthday party anyways. I walk in from the back gate to around a hundred people scattered around the pool. I can see people I know throughout his museum house. I don't have a lot of my energy back. I see the birthday man in the back yard. I walk through people towards him but get stopped by one of my girlfriends. We hug. She pulls me back and looks at me. The obvious question pops out with enthusiasm, "How was Africa?" I see her dark opal eyes lit by the pool. A long pause in my heart. A deep inhale. Another. Thirty foot bamboo with perfect lighting reach up to the night sky. We gaze. I be with her. A well of emotion is emerging. I'm silent. I feel. I feel the children. I see her and yet through her to the elephants bathing each other in a green savannah that reaches to the ends of the earth and still keeps going. I see down a long African road and feel the rain falling on me. I hear laughter. I see the elders chanting in front of the Ashanti Chief in ceremony bringing in our ancestors and feel their final 'ho' reverberate through me. I feel the regal dignified walk of the women that instructs and humbles me, the hospitality as a self-expression that breaks my heart with so much generosity from people who are so rich with so little. I see happiness and civilization. I can't verbalize. My girlfriend's hand still grasps my shoulder and she doesn't flinch her gaze. I feel like she gets it even without me saying anything. I nod my head and look down. "Africa much. It's a lot to take in. And I'm happy to be home." My night continues with more gazing and slow conversations. I remember I wasn't just in Africa, I was in Ghana. I can't wait to show the documentary to actually give a honor to the journey and people in Ghana.

"My mother used to tell me 'Look down at your watch, you can change the time.'" Sri

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