Saturday, May 23, 2020

Essay on African Innsurrections on Board Slave Ships

4th January 1610 7:00pm Today, will be a day I will never forget. The day started off as usual, I helped my father in the fields while mom prepared a bag for me to carry with me to the other side of town. I was going to spend some time with my relatives who lived not far from where my family and I lived. It had been the custom for me to visit since my uncle died three months ago and left my aunt and two little cousins. My cousins and I were playing through the woods as we would normally do every day before going to the river to take a bath. After playing, we were heading to the river to take our bath when we stumbled upon a group of men who accused us of stealing from the chief of the village. We denied the accusations and turned in the†¦show more content†¦18th January 1610 8:00am I could see the coast line and the vessel that he guards were speaking about a few days back. I couldn’t believe that this was going to be the last time I would see the land of my birth and my family. We had reached the area where we were shown to the persons purchasing us. They inspected us from head to toe ensuring that they were getting what they were paying for and that we were in good health with no deformities. Once this inspection was over and we passed the test we were placed on board the vessel. On board the vessels we remained shackled and the women and the children were placed separately from us the men. 19th January 1610 6:00pm The condition upon the ship was horrible. It was the worst I had ever seen, the scent was despicable. We were placed tightly together. We were crammed. They made sure to use every inch of the space available. We were placed so close together that a simple thing as turning from side to another became a problem. We laid head to toe and though I wasn’t able to count how many of us there were I knew it was plenty because even the air to breathe was limited. We were stored as cargo the name that we were eventually called aside from Negroes. I couldn’t tell if the women were stored in the same manner, but I assumed so. The vessel was filled to capacity with little or no room left. We were now ready to be taken to the white man country. I lay on the bunk and

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