We heard voices of many people since we were born... or rather... made. But the last set of voices we remember since the ordeal that we’re going to share with you started, was well… I, Kwame, say it was German… Akua says it’s Dutch. We were hanging there with many others like us, but we were the only ones lucky enough to be given life… there in a shop hanging from a metal ring… until one day we woke up finding ourselves neither hanging nor free… we were in a plastic bag. Suffocating as it may sound, the worst is yet to come…
It was dark… very dark, and actually quite cold… from there we could hear the jumbled sound of different voices speaking different languages… only later we found out, what seemed to be our new, dark home, was a hard-case luggage… only the God of Akwaaba knows through which countries we were passing… but on the bright side of it… we were actually going places. We could feel the air becoming lighter… colder… followed by a couple of bangs here and there… at least around the plastic bag was quite soft… so it didn’t hurt.
Four weeks passed… and when we thought it’s the end for us, we could open our eyes from this darn plastic bag and actually see something…
What we saw was too amazing to keep for ourselves… so we decided to start our own travelog. Yes we are still Kwame and Akua and we intend to keep you posted with all we see, hear and read, from all the four corners of the world… wherever we step foot, whenever that may be.
