наска

Рассказ . ТИМО написал , описав  картинку, "кратко " ответив на 5 вопросов!

I am a farmer from Nigeria. NACKA.
Captured from Nigeria in hometown.
I was tending my crops and goats.
I was captured by men who spoke the same language as I did.
I recognized my neighbors who were also captured.
The journey was terrible with unbearable heat, horrible smell because of the filth, and felt like I was suffocating most of the time.  They did not feed me daily, and when I was fed it was by luck.
The ships capacity held 350 people but they forced 800 enslaved people in one small ship for a couple of months.
I think my whole hometown and I were captured because we were poor and did not have anything to protect us also the people who captured us also looked superior because of their weapons and group of men.
I was scared that I would be punished because of my sins.
I believed that it was a sign from god.
I was taken to Goree island.
Walked and suffered for a long time.
Divided us from men and women.
Goree island had the door of no return.
The people who bought me spoke and looked similar to me.
I was trying to rebel because he has a son and when they were forcing us onto the ships shag;n, my son was being forced onto another boat.
They hurt me because I attempted to rebel.
I knew that I would never see my son ever again if I step inside that ship.
I did not know where we were going to which scared me the most.

 

   On a Sunday morning, as usual my son, Shag;n and I, prayed together before breakfast. Then I checked on my slaves if they were working on the crops and animals. After checking on them, my son and I went to the merchant to find some food for his birthday. At the merchant we bought some fresh meat. On the way back to our house we noticed some armed men who looked like soldiers. We lived in a small village where everyone knew each other but we never seen those men before. We tried to sneak into our home without the men seeing us because we did not want any unwanted attention. But one of the men saw us and followed us and approached us and had a friendly conversation. Until they asked for our names, they pushed us to the ground and chained us. As we were being chained even more men with weapons on horses invaded my village.

     The men that invaded our village didn’t only chained me and my son but also my neighbours. We walked for days, day and night, towards the ocean. As soon as we were able to see the ships that were awaiting for us, me and shag;n were separated. I tried to rebel but as soon as I tried the men whipped me and hit me with their clubs until I blacked out.

     When I was conscious again, I woke up in a restricted space surrounded by only men. I knew that we were enslaved and that I would never see my son ever again, neither my village that I grew up in. The time on the ship was unbearable, with horrible smell and suffocating heat. We spent weeks, months even and were fed once in awhile, and that was when we were lucky. I thought that God was punishing me for all my sins. I was not scared that I was enslaved, but of what will happen to me.

     We arrived on an island called Goree island, it was located in Dakar west of Africa. The island was fulfilled with people, of which many were from my hometown. I tried to find my son but I couldn’t because his ship arrived to another location. On the island there was a building of which everybody was scared of. At the entrance of the building there was a door called “the door of no return” because who is place inside that building, never comes out.