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Approaching the Coastline, sea breezes rustled coconut groves when crabs gnashed their claws amid mangroves. Beneath an archway on the shoreline, built to symbolise ‘The Gates of No Return’, I watched the pummelling Atlantic surf churn grey with sediment and contemplated the terrified ideas of captured Africans being paddled out to waiting arou