This smells like a toilet, dead people lying on the floor. The other slaves are getting whipped and battered. I can smell blood and salt from the ocean. I could hear screaming, groaning and the whip smacking against the other people’s back. They took me away from the other people and they they’re the big brown whips out and started whacking me.
When everyone was sleeping they came and poked, kicked us and laughed at us. The air filled with silence as everyone went to sleep. Rats rummaging through dead bodies.
When we arrived skeleton like people stared at me as they pushed me over and whipped me. They laughed as they left us in pain. It was silent and everyone was like leather.
Signal
Doors thrown open
White men running
Prodded
Terrified
Ferocious
Scars
Bargain hunters
Naked
Smell
Dragged
Weighed
Arguing
Whipped
Pocked
Chained
Sold
Vandalism
All I ever do is work every single day
I’ve been working all night. When I went to sleep I had a dream, it was a story that an elder told me it was kirikou.
A few years ago when I lived in my homeland the elder told me a story about a boy named kirikou.
There was an evil sorceress named karaba she hates children and men and turns them into moving objects. She stole jewellery from the village women.
The fetishes were like her minions they were her slaves she turned men into fetishes. They obey her with out no question. They set houses on fire if they didn’t bring all there gold.
Kirikou started his mission to destroy all evil. He had to make a clever plan to save the village. He disguised as a bird but he nearly got seen but lucky for him there were a bird near him. He rid over karaba and bit out a poisonous thorn out of her back.
In the end karaba kisses kirikou and he turns into a full grown man. And marries karaba but at first people didn’t realise it was kirikou.
Jack
