Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I Knew, Lord Knows I Knew!

    My God What A View ;

This is where I cried…I did not wail or moan but softly shed tears because I knew.

I knew that one of my ancestors was taken off a boat.

I knew because I felt it deep down in my gut before reaching that place.

I had not even set down on that spot yet but somehow I knew. 

When my feet touched the base of the hill. I knew.

My aunt Carmena Taylor Morton told me years ago as a child that her great-grandfather and my 4th great-grandfather Charles Dixon was as she said “from over there across the water” meaning West Indies.

     We come this far by faith

We had passed several forts and places where the tour guide talked of the slaves who were bought there eons ago.

When he mentioned Nigerians I was sorrowfully silent.

My Ethnic Make-up tells me Nigerian among other things my mama and father blended me with.


That wonderful and magnificent ancestral blend they were also blessed to have.

I always want to be sure that I know what I think I know so I tested again. 

Ethnicity, dominantly African


Strands and beads of Irish and of others who may have bought my ancestors to this place I call  “I Knew.”

And Again…..I know, I know, I just love this stuff.

                  Familytree dna

I am also a March baby, a Pisces.

My feet touched down on the Island on the 9th day.

Pisces symbolizes fish that swim in different directions.

Up and down under the chill of the white caps;

Up and down over the warmth of the crashing waves;

           Oh Guide Me Over

Looming under a dark cloud of despair.

        Chained bound, salty tears

How many of my ancestors were caught in that watery grave trying to go back from whence they came? 

The tour guide told us that Fort Castillo San Felipe del Morro is one of the backdrops used in the 1990 movie Amistad .

This was where the slaves were bought to port and held for market.

         Oh Lord Hear My Cry

The fort was in fact used to guard San Juan from sea bearing enemies in the early 1500’s.

So majestic that it takes your breath from deep within and you slowly exhale.

      He that dwell in the secret place 

I did not make the trek to the top of the hill. 

My reasoning then was the aches and pains I already had and the long walk up.

As I type my thoughts, I came to realize that it was not for me to make the trip up the hill, nor take the trip back down.

He that sustains me already knew

He Knew that If He wanted me to go, He would have shown me the way.

He Knew