I am a slave
'Dear God, if you are here please listen to me, I am feeling like a widow. My padrone abandoned me in prison. GOD only you could solve my problem, only you could bear me witness upon this crime I have been accused, but of which I am innocent. Please, if you are God come and rescue me, before society hangs me. Amen!'
I am from Togo, in west Africa, but I can't remember the village I am from because I got kidnapped when I was little.When I was playing outside my tent with my little brother, the ball fell into the bush. I ran after it to get it. While I was running to get the ball I fell into a trap, and some white man came and captured me tied and up my legs, my hands and mouth; I think he threw me inside a car and drove me away.
I don't know how long I was in the car, but it felt like it was for one month. By the time the white man untied me, my stomach was aching. I felt I was going to faint. I couldn't move my wrist's. It felt like they just poured hot water on them because my wrist were aching like hell. My legs couldn't separate from each other because they had been tied up together for so long that they had forgotten how to walk separately. My mouth and eyes were acting like a new born baby, because of the constant darkness my eyes had gone blind and my mouth has gone numb from not speaking for a long time.
I expected good treatment, for example some water and food, but instead I got pushed out of the car, forced to get on my feet and to join a long never ending line of man, woman and kids, who were flogged to walk down the desert. Most of them looked horrible. Some of them looked as if they had been walking in this desert for a year. Others who went pass me I could see the hunger in their eyes. Some where crying and struggling their way through, and most of them fainted from hunger or frustration. Looking at them made me want to run away, but it would have been useless. I would probably die in the desert with this hot sun and dry land, no food or
I am from Togo, in west Africa, but I can't remember the village I am from because I got kidnapped when I was little.When I was playing outside my tent with my little brother, the ball fell into the bush. I ran after it to get it. While I was running to get the ball I fell into a trap, and some white man came and captured me tied and up my legs, my hands and mouth; I think he threw me inside a car and drove me away.
I don't know how long I was in the car, but it felt like it was for one month. By the time the white man untied me, my stomach was aching. I felt I was going to faint. I couldn't move my wrist's. It felt like they just poured hot water on them because my wrist were aching like hell. My legs couldn't separate from each other because they had been tied up together for so long that they had forgotten how to walk separately. My mouth and eyes were acting like a new born baby, because of the constant darkness my eyes had gone blind and my mouth has gone numb from not speaking for a long time.
I expected good treatment, for example some water and food, but instead I got pushed out of the car, forced to get on my feet and to join a long never ending line of man, woman and kids, who were flogged to walk down the desert. Most of them looked horrible. Some of them looked as if they had been walking in this desert for a year. Others who went pass me I could see the hunger in their eyes. Some where crying and struggling their way through, and most of them fainted from hunger or frustration. Looking at them made me want to run away, but it would have been useless. I would probably die in the desert with this hot sun and dry land, no food or