This ship is like hell but worse. In the air there is a sent of death that is spreading around the vast emptiness. Its like an oven in here because the temperature is so high and the conditions are atrocious . Constantly people moaning and groaning. This is repulsive it’s like a slater house. How do you think I can bear with a scene like this?
The dread of nigh time below the decks is awful. Whines and whimpers every millisecond. The stench is like a skunk. Silence defended me. On this boat days turn into weeks (it feels like months)However night time is the time to be safe-the night stalkers leave me alone.
The ship arrived at an unknown place after many months at sea. Soon we were dragged ashore .Beaming down from the sky was the blinding sunlight that messed with my eyes , all I could see were dancing silhouetted figures in my head. Amazingly my eyesight corrected itself. Stood before me were ‘bags of bones’ that have seen been risen from the death and I was one of them. Weighted down by shackles
signal
Doors open
Panic
White men run
Poked
Whipped
Dragged
Chained
Wretched
Pain
Branded
Weighted
Sold
I’ve been on this plantation for a few years now. Endless grind on Tobacco. Separated from my family at the sale. Its better being on the ship because you wouldn’t be lying on rough wood planks(I should be grateful for myself). The only time when we get rest is at night. Is this right? I don’t know where we are we have been dragged across the world.
It’s been a struggle tonight on the decks constant beating. Slowly floating of to sleep I heard an African chant with my sensitive ears. Suddenly it brung back memories from a story.
A long time ago I remember a African tale being told by a villager elder in my homeland…..
This story is all about a little determinant boy called Kirikou
Karaba is a very powerful, wicked and very beautiful women. She absolutely despises children. All of the problems were caused by her she’s a mean machine if she was really frustrated she would turn you into a random object. The reason why Karaba is evil is because she had a poisonous thorn put into the centre of her back. Her slaves are robots witch are called fetishes. This deranged mad woman caused so much pain.
Karabas slaves are called fetishes’ like minions. Before being robots they were men that had been turned into objects by the sorceresses’ mental deeds. These old fashioned robots completed every single of her needs and wishes.
Kirikou began his journey to overcome evil. The small brave boy used many camouflaged ways to his path to victory. Kirikou is a fearless warrior in fact he’s a superhero for saving everyone. However he finds a way to unveil the sorceress (by pulling out the poisonous thorn in the centre of her back)
In the end Kirikou and the sorceress kiss which causes them to be a couple and Kirikou to be a man. Finally they got married. Resilience can overcome anything.