Short Story - A Slave Narrative

People everywhere. People I did not know, but I knew they were not from this place. They were holding firecrackers and they rolled them on our kind. I solo hear screaming, crying everywhere. Including my witness cries. People just salvo into my house and then dragged every ace out. My clawren, my husband, and my family disappe ard in the crowd. The strangers ripped off our clothes, make us feel in that respect was no protection slightly us.\n naked people were tied together, one by one was dragged on the huge thing. I had neer seen this scenario before, in front of me was spunky water, it seems unfathomable. It was very crowded on the boat, people alone flock together, both men and women. Did not know exactly how immense it took, were trapped in this space. Because there was no toilet, so we had to defecate, so the whole environment reeks. soul tried to commit suicide, more or less people were trying to survive, praying that everything pass on turn out fine. For grav id women who gave birth to a child in this dirty environment, they had to bears the facts that they whitethorn have died during the labor. Then I heard a character that I knew for years\nMa! Ma! My eyes followed the sound, I hunted for the sound. Ma!\nSandra! Where are ya? I knew from my heart that the vocaliser was my sweetheart, my biggest daughter. Since finding ones loved one was touchy in this crisis, people around me began to imitate my lines. Suddenly, I was meet by warmth, warmth of heart, made me realized pure humanity.\nYor girl there! a man beside me pointed to one of the nefariousness corners.\nSandra! I used all of my strength to crawl toward her. Fon ya at las! We cuddled together as if we were red ink to die and this was the last age we could look at distributively other. While I enjoyed this happiness, there were noises in the upper floor, which was similarly full of our people.\nGrantomat! Grantomat! Bettio idinga wena! Baby yakho ukufika! which stan...