Call it my agnostic sense of horror, or my being nostalgically sensitive, but their was something, their was something in there in the walls , in the air, there was something out their in the whole ambience….. and then i looked on the floor and i came to know that i am treading on top of the slave dungeons where the old spirits are still breathing. The famous white castle of cape coast , one of the infamouse slave castles of ghana was entering into me, with all its past gradeur and sadness. The whole castle was colored in whity white color shining from miles along the coast. Not a…