water moves the soul – RETURN experimental choral rendering for a voice and many bodies

i share this as a beginning of distilling the memories i experienced while being in ghana in 2007…this is its first poetic rendering

water to replenish
a large body of water
breath to cleanse, fired up dry
wind to move, steady gust of wind
21 days. 37 years 3 years ago, 20 decades
how many centuries since one begets a life that amounts to 2 hours of wondering if 37 – 3 years ago would be the last year of existence…..the moment, prior to being grabbed and taken, strength… still feel weakened by the hours, days, months of years of being held against will…. shackled, imprisoned, tortured across the water…a large body …in a small vessel and taken to unknown land; unknown ways, life…
beginning in
Cape Coast Ghana – two and 1/2 hours from Accra Cape Coast
a two hour walk TO
immerse TO take in
the ocean
to Cape Coast TO ancestors…
you come here for redemption’
to El Mina’
can feel ancestral sensations the moment one steps inside the female dungeon…it is a feeling so palpable and strong …it’s like can still see smell the stench shit and blood and piss of those African females held here…on the ground there are markings
dark cavernous area
heaviness in my heart and longing
Assin Manso
the long walk of ancestral Africa to who knows where
Assin Manso
where brought to rest were the slave remains
from Salaga market up north ‘last bath’…
Tamale, WALKING, chained together feet, hands, neck, fall. rise. knees. thirst.
through trees and forest
to sacred waters flow…sacred
the ancestral bodies last cleansing
texture of the trees, the color of water, sounds of river, the quiet …
in Ghana
lookout upon a hill, past frail mango tree
ascend to a healing
of a healing
the pain anguish of the inflicted souls…bow
spirit’ falling
21 – 37 – 20, journey, 21 centuries
RETURNING to the sensations
the morning ‘baptism’
awakening a deeper connection
a feeling
ancestors being here… portrait of what transpired …. standing on hundreds of years old feces, piss, blood, sweat, skin and bones ancestors….thousands of African’s bodies piled ontop of each other as they screamed, sought comfort …fought to survive beyond the holding area –
whole being open and alive now…sensitive to air smells the ocean so close …aware of the opening of the door of no return … fishing kingdom – the Fanti – ocean coast…
guiding seeing walk lifting carrying lift carrying and lifting journey breath lifted onto
the water passage 1 1/2 hours 21 days, journey, 37 years, journey, 20 somethin decades, journey, 21 centuries”
a large body
seized by ancestors coming up from the ocean waves and on board on top cannot open eyes getting heavier and heavier sense more and more ancestral bodies piling on top of bodies tilthe weight is almost unbearable
can barely breathe….
sounds of the waves and the sensation endured journey NOT knowing the end…going on for months in cramped spaces, chained, ensconced in darkness…
a day later, months years ounds voices eyes move….cross water to land….carried
land falls step
land touch water before land, lifted and land on this new site… not able to speak
distance between falling and fallen
a minute an hour a decade a century passes and returns
unfolds /souls moving
walk legacies memories
memory conscious memories of people these memories, the ancestral memories residue, shackles salty ocean water…remember whipping..
re-remembering water
elder says
“We came from the water and to the water we shall return”
elder says
the going in the sacred anointing
water to replenish
a large body of water
breath to cleanse, fired up dry
wind to move, steady gust of wind
earth. make an offering, name it, find it, ask .sense.
elder says
earth. find tree. make an offering:
the meditation, reconciliation releasing old tree elder – coarse and mangled, yet majestic….those trees that seem to have captured the many spirits of those people whom have come in contact with it
a tree that, if it could speak, would be able to tell some of the most horrific and spellbinding tales…a tree that, if it could speak, may choose not to reveal the sacred secrets or hidden encounters it has witnessed seen felt heard
speak elder ancestors speak
Freed Slave Gordon of Louisiana (1863)
Martin Luther King
W.E.B. Dubois
Sojourner Truth
Booker T. Washington
Dr. Kwame Nkrumah
Harriet Tubman
Benjamin Singleton – “walk and never tire”
Ouladah Equiano
Frederick Douglas
George Ekem Ferguson
Marcus Garvey —
No one knows when the hour of Africa’s redemption cometh. It is in the wind,
It is in the wind
It is inthe wind, it is coming.
One day like a storm, it will be here. When that day comes, all of Africa will stand together.”


Author: Barak adé Soleil

contemporary artist, independent consultant and curator. working within community.

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