Thursday, the first day, we had some prior commitments, so we arrived late and missed the first 2 events, so no photo's attached.
To wear the cloth, it is very hot, look closely; they sew the strips together to make the attire. It is heavy cloth and although looks nice not very practical for the Ghana weather.
|Men dressed in cloth for the festival|
Friday was quite exciting and a little scary! We met up with other Senior Couples from Accra and an Obruni couple Philippe Kradolfer and his wife (church members from Switzerland originally but now residing in the US) that were going to be crowned a Chief and Queen Mother. (this is quite a long story and one I will not tell here), but we ended up travelling into Togo (another country) without our passports! Philippe stumbled upon this event that was not widely known about and started taking photos, put them into a book, and has been advertising the event. Hence they have made them Kente Ambassadors. We were assured if we travelled in the "Chief's Caravan" - along with Philippe Kradolfer, that we would not need a passport. Louise was more than a little concerned with this plan. I could imagine the look on President Heid's face if we were all marooned in Togo and could not get back into Ghana...I think a NOT HAPPY look would be in order. But all was well. The border proved to be a man holding a gun and a bit of string across the opening, and we all sailed through it with no problems. There was a very long dusty road between the 2 check points.(Ghana and Togo). The reason we had to go to Togo is because that is where the celebrations of the Heroes and Heroines day was. The people dress in red, black or brown attire and have a mock war. They fire ancient muskets, and it is a day they celebrate to remember ancestors who have died or people who have demonstrated great heroism during their lifetime.
|firing of the muskets|
|At the end of the ceremony they put all these ancient|
muskets in a heap...
|Philippe being escorted back from his ceremony|
of being made a chief
|Philippe's wife being escorted back after her ceremony|
|A chief wearing the kente cloth|
|The long dusty road between the borders|
|The man sitting on the roof is playing a drum|
|The people on the motorbikes that were travelling|
in between our caravan, sometimes were just about
obscured by dust.
|'The 'Caravan' arriving in Togo|