Forced to leave my family and homeland without saying good bye
sold in to a strange world of oppression and greed. beaten and totured 24/7
made to labour round the clock like a donkey in the desert with little or nothing to eat or drink
tied to one another with chains like wild animals to prevent escape
holes were made in our lips and padlocked to prevent eating from master's farm
made to work day and nite in the harsh sunshine and brutal winter
after a hard day's labour, we retire in to our so called room to sleep, like sardines packed in a can, we lie on one another cos the room is too small.
tears of agony and pain fills my eyes, as it suddenly dawned on me that we have been sold in to slavery
i often find solace in fellow slaves as we give ourselves shoulders to cry on and comfort each other
our names were change from ibikunle to wilson, from ayantoobo to payne , from shonibare to meadows, daniels. maxwell etc
the chances of ever going back home is slim
master is still as wicked and greedy as ever with no regard for humanity
old memories of the free days in west africa constantly fills my head and tears rolls down my cheeks
years rolled by, hair turning grey, back bending, skin wrinkled, bones brittled ,still at the mercy of the master labouring on master's farm
families back in africa are still wondering where iam and what is hapening to me, there arent sure if am dead or alive, they have lost hope of reuniting with me
the only times i see or speak to them are in my dreams
iam not going to give up, i hope one day i will be set free, and run in to the waiting arms of my long lost home land and family.
