I lay motionless feeling wretched and weak because we hadn’t been given any food yet we were crammed in below deck like bodies in coffins. The heat was unbearable the stench was horrible, blood and mucus filled the air.
The night came as it always did; it was the only time I looked forward to so I could escape to my dreams. Every night was filled with moans and groans. The rocking of the ship sent me to sleep.
On arrival after weeks and months at sea . I could not see because of the beaming bight sun blinding me. Suddenly I got choked in to a smelly rotten discoing room.
The sale
Doors opening
Terrified
Whipped
Panic
Herded
Dragged
Chained
Bidders
Shouting
Branded
Weighed
SOLD
I have been on this sugar plantation for years now. The days seem endless and I miss my family every day.
Along time ago I remember sitting around the tried tree with all the elders telling tales, the tale I enjoy the most was a tale called karaoke.
Kaaba was an evil woman who wanted to Couse as much suffering to the villagers as possible. She hated the men and the women, children and a man .she took away water supply and turned the men into solve and stole the women’s gold.
Karabas slaves were men turned into fetishes, They didn’t ever she said no matter what .they just like robots, one of the fetishes watched everything from the top of the mountain.
Kirikuo is like a super hero karakul kissed she and he turned into a man karaba and karakul got married in the end.
by Melissa
