You gotta taste my South Carolina "Red Rice" first, to see how it compares, Daughter!!😆

No, I'm still tracing, but I got to The Gambia because a friend of mine — an artist, sculptor, researcher and searcher like myself, whom I met in Key West, FL, brought there for Black History Month (he was born in Curacao and adopted by a white German couple where he grew up in Cologne). He was tracing just like me, and ended up building a Black History Museum in The Gambia. He invited me there in 2010 and I went — digging. It was Anglophone like Nigeria, so I went., and loved every minute of it. I've been back several times. Here's a 5-part series I wrote on my personal blog that follows my steps if you're interested: https://lets-be-clear.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-going-part-1-why-i-went.html

And here's a post I put on Medium when my whole family went: https://medium.com/@scpheonix/taking-my-sons-home-to-the-gambia-9a10fa24d56f

Yeah, those women were wa-a-ay better women than me — but they had to be, to take care of and keep the family going. Please, as you feel it, share it — we, Black folk in America, thirst for the knowing!

Thank YOU so much for sharing!