Slave Essay.

Day 1 Where am I? The last thing that I remember was whilst I was down at the river having a wash. I was suddenly surrounded by these horrible white men, one man aimed this long pointy think at me, he called it a gun which I had never heard of before. I thought it could be a dangerous weapon so I did what I was told. They put chains on me around my neck arms …

…The water is what keeps us going. Some of my friends have died amongst me, though they was fairly old but I still kept thinking what would happen to me would I be like them and die in this hell hole. I wish I could go back home, go across that river with no shore line. I miss my family like you could not imagine, it is so painful not seeing them for so long.