Born on cozy crystal coastline in 1482(Portuguese parent)
and adorned with magnificent architecture,
yet,now,gloomy grotesque scars of history
like indelible tattoo is marked on the skin of your walls.
Slave(yourself) to mighty masters,whore of many brands.
Here came merchants or mercenaries
who used you as trading post for gold and ivory.
You,protector of Portuguese trade from roaring rivals,
why stained your white garments with scarlet sin?
Later,amid the 16th and 17th century,when slavery bloomed in Gold Coast,
The gold exporting,and slave importing economy,
reduced to a mere or minor local slave exporting economy.
The coastal tribes waged wars and raided
the interior people bearing the stamp of their skin.
They traded the captives to the Portuguese for textiles or horses.
How much does a salve cost than love and dignity?
They brought them to your dark underground dungeons
(400 slaves each in a match box space.)
They slept in shifts and had to defecate in the room.
No air stirred or if it did,then it came from a chemical room.
Malaria, cholera, and yellow fever plagued them and some passed on.
Female slaves were victims of rape and agony.
The survivors would walked through your ‘Door of no return’
no flood of tears could ease the pain of the hellish journey ahead.
They were sent to death of labour on American or European plantations.
Yet,the triangular Leaders of slave trade allowed
this barbaric inhuman practice to continue for centuries.
Elmina Castle is a UNESCO World Heritage site,
please visit her,the experience will make you humble.