Life as a slave

 

 

 

 

Life as a slave

 

This ship is a living hell but worse, why am I even here, where am I going .the suffocating moans of slaves everywhere. The sight of death is unbearable and makes me want to wretch. This place is disgusting people coughing with a fever. How can we stand the sight of this? We slaves had to dance like fools. This place is like a slaughter house.

The dread of people whining everywhere. I hate the dark you can’t see a thing, but it was a time of safety for me. Days turn to weeks we have been under here for ages. The night stalkers always seemed to leave me alone every night.

As soon as I arrived in an unknown place. The sun blinding me then my eye sight faded back slightly, I could see people they look like skeletons risen from their graves. We were bags of bones and I was one of them. The captain pushed us onto the shore I staggered along the cold ground I could hardly move at all.

 

The sale

Doors open

Approaching daylight

Panic/pandemonium

White men running

Signal

Whipped

Prodded

Newly chained

Dragged

Weighted

Branded

Whining

Pain

Shouting

Distraught

Bargain hunters

SOLD!!

I’ve been at this plantation for a few years now. Separated from my family at the slave sale. The endless toil on the sugar fields day in day out. At least it is better than in the ship it is disgusting. I don’t like it here and I miss my family to I want to go home. The only time of safety is night time when we go to bed. Even then we have to get up early morning. Why is this even right? Why are they doing this to us? Well at least there are 4 others here to.

I have been beaten for the wrong reasons. I start to fall asleep then I heard an African chanting then I remember a story told by one of my family elders. It was called Kirikou.

Many years ago in my home land. I remember a story told to me it was called Kirikou. It was a battle against good and evil. This story was often told by the village elders and has been recounted for generations. Kirikou was a brave little boy who always wanted the good of people.

The problem was the evil sorcerous called Karaba she absolutely hated children, despised men and disliked women, she is selfish and stole goods from all the Africans. Karaba turned men that fought against her to objects and the robots that look after her are called fetishes.

The fetishes were slaves for Karaba they all surrounded her house like dome. They were men until they fought against her. To be honest they are like fearless minions .The fetishes where really loyal to Karaba.

 

Kirikou started his adventures to overcome the sorceress. He used many things to disguise his self. It started when Karaba took their jewels so Kirikou went and stole her hidden jewels. Finally he sorted out the evil and pulled the thorn out of the back.

In the end they both kissed and transformed into a happy couple got married and lived happily ever after. This shows resilience and determination to how big the problem really is.

Sinead smith

             

 

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