They Love Me in Ghana

One of the coolest things about WordPress, in my opinion, is that they give me statistics of the countries from which my readers originate. I find it fascinating that I’ve had readers from pretty much everywhere (except China and North Korea for obvious reasons). I sit here in this little room, typing away, and I have no idea on what shores my posts will wash up.

Recently I’ve noticed a significant spike in readers from Ghana. Seriously. This year so far, the only countries that have given me more readers than Ghana are the US, the UK, Canada, Germany and Australia. This intrigues me.

Finally, I figured it out. About three years ago, I wrote about Jacksonville, Florida’s Ghanaian Princess. Apparently someone stumbled upon that post. That makes sense.

What I can’t figure out is what happened after that. Someone must have said something about it on Ghanaian social media of some sort, because all of a sudden, about a hundred more compatriots visited my blog.

Sadly, no one commented. I have no idea if they liked what they read or not. I have no idea how the word spread. I have no idea if they found any value in my post. I’d love to know if it was read by the princess’ relatives.

I’ve said this before. Blog posts are kind of like messages in bottles. You have no idea what will become of them, unless the readers take the time to comment.

So I will simply send greetings and best wishes to my Ghanaian readers. I am honored by your presence. I would love to know more about you. Thank you for stopping by!

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Jacksonville, Florida’s Ghanaian Princess

I love cemeteries. They’re so full of history. So when I’m given the opportunity to take a tour of one, I always take advantage of it. Years ago, I took a tour of the Old Jacksonville City Cemetery, and we were led to a little building which, frankly, I thought at first was a tool shed.

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But the story behind it is much more interesting. Here lies Princess Laura Adorkor Kofi.

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She was sent here from Ghana to encourage former slaves to return to West Africa. While here, she founded the Missionary African Universal Church and had quite a following. She spoke publicly throughout the United States, and was called Mother Kofi by her followers. There is a neighborhood here in Jacksonville called Adorkaville that is struggling to be restored that was founded by her followers. She was assassinated while speaking from a pulpit in Miami in 1928. Thousands attended her funeral.

There is a lot of fascinating obscurity surrounding Mother Kofi.

  • Why did it take 5 months for them to get around to burying her?
  • Why would a black African princess choose, in 1928, to make Jacksonville, Florida, then a deep, dark, racist enclave, her home?
  • With so many followers, why couldn’t they come up with a more attractive mausoleum for her?
  • Why can’t anyone agree on the spelling of her name? Is it Kofi, Kofey, or Koffey?
  • Why can’t you find more details about her assassination? How was it done? Who did it? What became of him? What was the reason behind this heinous act?
  • Why can’t I find anywhere that describes the exact location of Adorkaville on the web? Even the Adorkaville.com website doesn’t tell you.
  • One would think it wouldn’t be hard to get preservation money for such an historical figure, but apparently some of her followers have broken off and are trying to sell the land out from under the ones who want to maintain it. Much controversy, it seems.

I would love to learn more about this fascinating woman, a woman leader at a time when women were supposed to stay home and behave, and an outspoken black woman in the deep south at that. I think her story deserves to be brought to the wider world. I hope someday all the questions that swirl around Mother Kofi will be answered.

For more details, such as they are, go here.

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Have we Overstayed our Welcome?

Aw, jeez, I need to stop surfing the internet. I just came across a website called Recent Natural Disasters, and it gives you all the reported disasters all over the world, 24 hours a day. I have a hard enough time avoiding my tendency to anthropomorphize nature, especially when it seems as though the planet is becoming more and more pissed off.

Typhoon Haiyan has certainly displaced thousands of people, but it’s only the latest in what seems to be an increasing number of natural disasters, from the expected to the downright bizarre. I mean, who expects flooding in Saudi Arabia? But that’s been happening, too.

And I’m stunned by how many of these events have escaped my notice up to this point. Here are but a few of the headlines from the past few months:

Massive landslide in Denali National Park, Alaska – Could take 10 days to clear

Indonesia’s Mount Sinabung volcano eruption prompts evacuation of 3,300

Mudslide traps 20 in Cross Rivers, Nigeria

Very severe cyclonic storm Phailin: India’s biggest evacuation operation in 23 years, 43 killed

Eurasia’s highest volcano Klyuchevskoi spews ash up to 3.7 miles

40,000 evacuated amid Gujarat flooding

7.7 magnitude earthquake in Pakistan kills 400, Awaran declares emergency

Flooding in Bunkpurugu, Ghana kills 1, displaces 6,000

Shanghai heat wave 2013: Hottest temperature in 140 years!

Spanish Mallorca forest fire: Worst fire in 15 years evacuates 700

Namibia African Drought: Worst in 30 years

Yarnell, Arizona Wildfire 2013: 19 firefighters killed

Central African Republic gold mine collapse kills 37, national mourning declared

Himachal Pradesh, Uttarakhand flood 2013: At least 5,500 killed

Colorado wildfires destroy 360 plus homes, 38,000 evacuated

Whether you believe in Global Climate Change or not, don’t you sometimes get the feeling that we as a species are no longer wanted on this planet? And if so, who could blame Mother Nature? I mean, we take and take and take, and what we give in return is pollution, destruction, and devastation. If a guest in my home were behaving this badly, I’d kick him out, too.

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