I was being sold and bought. Rich people were fighting for me and debating amongst themselves the highest amount of money was offered for me.
I am about to work on the plantation as an adult. I don't want to go there, and suffer 14 hours below the hot sun and leave my sister alone on the fields.
I am shocked with what I just saw. I saw a pregnant women being whipped just because of working at a slower pace than the rest.
NO MOORE DANCING!!!
I will never forget when I saw a new friend I made in the plantation being hung alive... My friend was 13 years old. I saw blood coming out and was shocked to hear his ribs cracking. While he was alive.
I remember looking to everyone's back full of bloody scars and also the arms and heads. My arms were also full of blood. The masters constantly whip and hit us. I couldn't believe they haven't fallen yet. But it feels that it will be soon.
Even though the time spent in the plantation was hard work and painful beatings. We sometimes had our joyful moments when we danced which was a tradition from Africa. But our masters are saying no to that also.