My Story

Chapter 1 

I was eight years old when I was captured from Africa. I lived a fair life in Africa, always happy and I had what I needed. A good family, not counting my older brother.    

 Akua said I was a pest. I am not a pest! One day we had a fight. A fight that changed our lives forever.

“Why did you that?!”Yelled Akua with rage.

“Why, I have done nothing my dearest brother.” I replied as innocent as possible.

“Don’t you dare play innocent me! This has your name all over it!” then quickly added “Don’t called me ‘dearest brother’. It’s annoying.”   

          I knew why he said it is annoying. It’s not true. Every time I said those two little words, dearest brother, it reminds him how much I hated him. This was the last I would ever see him, I just didn’t know it at the time

      

           

Chapter 2

          “Guess what, guess what, guess what?” said Akua trying to catch his breath.

          “What is it this time?” I said, trying to sound interested.

          “People in other villages have disappeared. It all started with Whites coming here and-“

          “NO WAY!”I interrupt “People can’t just disappear! And… what are Whites?”

          “Let Akua finish.” Said my mother calmly

          “Okay. As I was saying Whites are taking people, but some villages are trading slaves for these wooden sticks that when you push a small latch, fire comes out, they call them ‘guns.’”  He pauses, then blinks as if trying to ask ‘does this make any sense to you pea-brain?’.

           Well, NOTHING makes sense! First it’s white, then it’s fire with sticks! So many thoughts were going in my head just then. If I light a fire with wood, then how can I shoot a fire with wood? How can you be white, but not sick? Kind of hungry. That’s not important right now!  “Akua, where did you see these men?” I asked.

          “Through the village in the meeting center. Why?”  

          “ I am going to give to those gumbas a piece of my mind! “I ran out of the hut and through the village . I was not looking where I was going. I bumped into something long, wooden and hard. Then, all I saw was black.    

     

   

Chapter 3

          I woke up to hear a strange sound. I thought I saw chains on my arms. I must still be adjustin’. I thought to myself ‘cause I still seein’ things little fuzzy. No, I thought, these strange sounds… are humans! They’re really pale… Then I gasped, they’re the Whites! And I’m in chains… which means… Another gasp. I have been captured!  “Akua! Akua! Help me! Help me! Mom! Somebody!” But no words escaped my mouth, just like I can’t escape my chains. I had just tasted a small bite of slavery, and these people were going to force more down my throat, and tastes sour, bitter, and sad. Nothing will be the same. Trouble #1 : The capture from Africa.

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