Homeward BoundBy Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Homeward Bound
By Iquo B. Essien, The AFRican Blogger

Published on Mon, Aug 06 2007 by Iquo Essien

I'm leaving town today. My friend Thaala is getting married in Gaborone, Botswana this weekend. We went to undergrad together at Stanford and have been supporting each other in NYC for the past couple of years. Her fiancee, Jesse, is a white boy from Oklahoma that's so down everyone assumes he's at least Puerto Rican. They met at church and it's been history ever since.

This will be my second wedding in as many months and of course I've started looking at photos of myself wondering where the hell the ring is that should be on my finger. (Eh? You got that right, even the SAFisticated woman knows where it's at!) I will have to stop going to them before I actually become one of those crazy women who has "the talk" with their dates on the third outing. LOL.

But on the real, It's about time I got the heck out of here. Every now and again I get that itching to flee the US as fast as possible. Some folks call me a nomad, which I actually take as a compliment, because it means I'm never satisfied where I am, always seeking higher ground.

I've been to quite a few places -- Brazil, Belize, S. Africa, and Ghana among others. I always look forward to getting another notch on my belt as a bonafide world traveler. Some day I'll sit up on Oprah talking about my latest film shot in Timbuktu or something. ;) Can hardly wait. Next on my list are Cuba, Morrocco, Paris, Tunisia, and Tokyo.

My first really major trip, outside of family trips back home to NG, was the summer after my sophomore year of college that I spent in Accra.

I was actually there for 9 weeks, which now seems long as hell. At the time, I was fearless and naive. I rode a tro-tro every Tuesday and Thursday to class with folks from the Ghana Dance Ensemble and National Theatre; took a bus ride down to Cape Coast with some friends for Panafest; and a bus tour to Kumasi just to see the sights. I actually got into a taxi once and said that I didn't know how to get where I was going, but could he help me find it. LMAO! Only in Ghana would I not be taken advantage of on some costly joy ride. ;)

I think it's only when we travel that we come to understand ourselves and our place in the world better. I can't wait to see what this trip will bring!


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