I can’t believe that I have been back from Africa for five weeks. The journey that started in Accra, Ghana, on January 15, 2016, and ended on March 9, 2016, is by far the most haunting yet joyful, complex yet ever so foundational, soulful yet overrun with basic survival challenges, fulfilling yet exhausting trek of my life to date. It was an absolutely perfect collision of opposing forces every day. By night, I was raked over the coals or smothered with love by new and vibrant acquaintances in the ancestral realms, and by day I was challenged or enthralled by a plethora of stimulating traditions in Ghana and Burkina Faso, not to mention a “guide” who seemed to delight in making things as inconvenient as humanly possible for three weeks of that two-month stretch.
For someone who normally travels “alone,” this was by far the most crowded travel scene, ever replete with pleasure and discontent in equal measure. Though I was inconvenienced by irritants such as culture shock, racism, spiritual disorientation, and a well-meaning but utterly frenzied and unskilful guide, I was nonetheless provocatively summoned by new spirit realms and mentored by beautiful African elders and healers who skilfully and generously shared their wisdom and energy. In other words, I totally got what I went for.