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Fellowship and Dumsor


On January 31, 2017, the Parks family arrived at the Kotoka International airport. For you all who don’t know what that means, it means we made it to Ghana and completed the repatriation process. We finally made it home!

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As one may expect, it was a joyous occasion to return to the motherland. It is hard to explain with words the emotions my wife and I felt as we touched down in Ghana to continue our journey. Being in Ghana is totally different from being in America and having to find our footing in a new land is a very scary feeling. Even when you think you are totally prepared and ready it can still be an overwhelming experience. When we arrived in Ghana the people, with their nurturing spirits and friendly smiles, welcomed us home with open arms.  As we exited the plane and headed to customs, the first Ghanaian sister working the immigration desk smiled as she yelled to us, “Bra! Bra! Akwabaa.” In the local language (Twi), this simply means, “Come! Come! Welcome.”  The passport control officer spent time with us mostly stating how we should stay here in Ghana and was extremely ecstatic that we were indeed here permanently. He told us, “Ghana needs you and you can live your dreams here with your brothers and sisters.” I’m placing emphasis on this conversation along with other comments we receive from Ghanaians we encounter as clear evidence that our people want us to come home to take our rightful place next to them. 

On top of all the love we received before we even got our luggage, upon our arrival, our village came to welcome us home. We were greeted at the airport by our host, brother Prince, and our little brother, Koby. In the midst of all the smiles, hugs, and warm wishes, any fears or doubts we had about making the move to Ghana subsided. There was a sense of calm and relaxation that automatically set in. We then made our way to our “temporary” accommodations at Palace Africa to get situated. However, a quick side note, Palace Africa is gorgeous and there will be a blog simply discussing the facilitates and its purpose for us Africans born in America.

When we arrived at Palace Afrika we sat outdoors in the compound enjoying the breeze, conversing, and partaking in some of the world famous Ghanaian mangoes.  Our son, DJ, smashed bugs with rocks in the courtyard as he explored his new surroundings. The conversation was centered around the vision for Africans born in America returning home and aiding locals in building the nation. We literally spent the rest of the day doing nothing and loving every minute of it. Dj played "futbol" (soccer) with his newly acquired friend, Joshua, until the adults came to start a real game. We walked around and looked at the new construction of houses. We patronized a local merchant to purchase more fruit and water. Then we broke bread together at a local eatery with some fried chicken and jolof rice. There was no work, no place to be, no need to pull out our cellphones or turn on the television. It was relaxing and exhilarating simultaneously!

First Morning & Meal In Ghana 
Once we were settled in the rain came! If you are familiar with Ghana’s weather, you know that rain this time of the year is abnormal. Out of the blue in the early evening, it began to pour down raining and then the lights went out. Yes, on our very first day in Ghana, the lights went out. Let’s just say although we knew that Ghana has issues with consistent electricity, it was the one thing we did not prepare for. We hadn’t purchased any solar powered lights, any flashlights, or power packs for our electronics to utilize in these circumstances. However, the Parks family was not bothered one bit except for hotness of having no AC or fans to cool the place off.  The water heater was not working and we had to take cold showers. It was uncomfortable, yet refreshing. We quickly realized that we weren’t in America any longer but when we compared this issues of the two, lights out didn’t seem so bad. We sucked it up and went to bed. We woke up and the power was still out. Now for some people we know that having electricity issues would keep you away, but this was a sacrifice we were willing to make to have a better quality of life. We eventually got electricity back around 4:00pm or 5:00pm. The funny part about it was that we were told this was the first time the power had went out in months. We saw it as a test as well as a welcoming home sign from the ancestors. Here in Africa, only the strong shall survive and we are here! Until next time………


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