Slavery

Slave ships.

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The smell of urine around me is rancid it was hell ! The shackles around me felt uncomfortable. I taste the horror coming to me. I feel like I am dying of suffocation.

I disperse night time you can’t see what’s going on not just that pregnant women shackled and bound all night. You would be uncomfortable and squashed. The food was disgusting it was a pile of slop.

When we arrived everybody was skin and bones just like dead people. We had chains around our, necks, legs and hands. I was whipped like a horse. I didn’t know what was happening.

. Whipped

.  Dragged

. Chained

.punished

. Stung

. Stabbed

. Prodded

. Uncomfortable

.revenge

. Separated

.  Panicked

.  Wretched

 

 

I were sold and separated from my family. It was endless days and our only brake was night time. If we were not up at 6.00 o clock we were beaten. On felids I did coffee plantation we did 11 hours a week. But it’s better than the ship.

I’ve been whipped for no reason every night because I’m drifting off to sleep. When I went to sleep I heard chanting I remember my mum telling me the story of kirikou.

KIRIKOU

 

I remember a story which was lost in a mist of time which gave me hope. A little boy was born he was could kirikou.

There was an evil temptress called Karaba the sorceress. Karaba steels gold and hope from the village. She wanted everyone to suffer. She ordered her robots to search for village’s gold. If she didn’t get all the gold she will burn the house’s down or turns people to objects.

 

Fetishes’ are Kaaba’s robots. Karaba makes her robots to search for gold. If they didn’t obey they will get a bomb and set the house on fire.

Kirikou goes on a long journey to help the village. He went in a tunnel under a flower. Kirikou went past a man eating stunk and a huge water hog. Finally he is at the mountain. His grandfather told him about Kaaba. Kirikou climbed the tree and pulled out Kaaba’s poisonous thorn out of her back.

Then he kissed Karaba Kirikou turned to a man. Kirikou took Karaba to the village. Happily ever after.               

Katie Darby

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