Slave Life
I can hear screaming and groaning from people dying from hunger it deafens me. Can I make it to where I’m going? This is a living hell why are we here in this stupid ship? Rats nibbling and nearing people next to me the smell of rotten corpses makes me want to die inside.
The dark dull cell was full of noises, people groaning for help or food. After a while it stopped they knew nothing was coming.
On arrival we were pushed onto shore where the sun was like a laser eyes as they stabilise to the light. I was one of those zombies been resurrected from the grave.
Signal
Doors open
Panic
Dragged
Prodded
Herded
Whipped
Bidders
Burned
Chained
Weighed
Distraught
Branded
Put to one side
Sold
Revenge
In the plantation I farm tobacco and I have been for 7 years and we don’t get paid one bit. At least it’s better than the ship we actually get fed and water but it still wasn’t as good as home I hope there all ok in the village. The owner smokes little bits of it but the rest go to the trade. If you disobey the owner you will be hung and left there. I’ve worked so hard this week, as we lay there I hear noises ringing in my head. I can remember the elders telling me stories about an inspiration called kirikou.
Karaba turned men into objects to build her kingdom. She stole the gold jewels and if you didn’t give here every single bit she will burn down your house. Karaba was aided by fetish like robots. Karaba had a spiky little thorn stuck in her back that’s why she is so evil.
Fetishes are her minions and complete all her needs and commands. There are some that have binoculars and some that have metal grabbers.
Kirikou was a fearless warrior who saved his village on many occasions from the sorceress Karaba; he took the sinful thorn out her back so she becomes peaceful and calm.
In the end they kissed and got married this shows that you can do anything with determination. In this this story it shows allot about mind over matter.
Bailey