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Kim Foote<br />

160 ◆ <strong>Crab</strong> <strong>Orchard</strong> <strong>Review</strong><br />

New Christmas<br />

The cloudy sky over Elmina hints at rain, an anomaly in a<br />

long-awaited dry season. It’s the first Thursday of January 2003, and<br />

my mood is dampened by more than weather. For one, I have no clothes<br />

that are black and white, now the preferred colors for celebrations or<br />

funerals in southern Ghana.<br />

Mr. Sikayεfi, my research assistant, navigates his car through<br />

Elmina’s narrow, winding streets. He reaches over to rub my shoulder<br />

and asks if I’m okay. I flash him a grimace. The first time I met him,<br />

before the Christmas season began, he promised to have a family for<br />

me to interview during the annual Edina Bronya festival—Elmina’s<br />

new year celebration. Without a family’s permission, we’ll be unable<br />

to witness the first half of the ceremony, where families gather at the<br />

ancestral home to remember relatives who died the previous year.<br />

After being away from Mr. Sikayεfi for Christmas with friends in<br />

Accra, he claims to have found no one.<br />

We stop to pick up Mr. Mensah, who Mr. Sikayεfi tells me is a local<br />

historian. With his salt-and-pepper hair, squinty eyes, and spunky<br />

attitude, Mr. Mensah reminds me of my grandfather.<br />

Seeing my glum face, Mr. Mensah assures me that we’ll have no<br />

trouble locating a family. When we reach a street full of people wearing<br />

black-and-white, Mr. Sikayεfi parks alongside the gutter. Mr. Mensah<br />

hops out to chat with a woman in a dress of black-and-white kente cloth.<br />

Her hair is covered with a shiny black scarf. She suddenly claps her<br />

hands and looks toward the car, nodding. Mr. Mensah beckons to us.<br />

Mr. Sikayεfi smiles at me and rubs my shoulder. “You see, Yaa?”<br />

But will we see slave artifacts is the question. Ever since I arrived<br />

in Ghana a few months earlier, I’ve been anticipating Bronya. My goal<br />

in the country has been to research slave history at Elmina, the Dutch<br />

West India Company’s headquarters during the trans-Atlantic slave<br />

trade. In Ghana, where it is taboo to refer to anyone’s slave ancestry,<br />

I’ve been hoping to become familiar enough to some families for them<br />

to do just that. More importantly, I’ve heard that Bronya might be

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