Oh life,what an irony. after believing in a good future in my home town I see the reality of what I describe as a "civilized hell".
My name is Akpi Edoong Luther , well Luther is the name that was given to me by the British when I came to Great Britain.
It all started that very morning , waking up with my usual enthusiasm .the news of the white men with the devils own horse was no longer a new thing to the people in the village.
I stretched to catch a glimpse of my room and then I heard my father discuss in a foreign language with some other people. It was the white men and he could understand them and they too could understand him . he never told us that he could speak like them . I was troubled ,what could they be talking about ? I thought.
Our king is late and it was my father that was to be the next king so meetings like that were not new but a meeting with the white men was totally new so I guessed they came to ask for something and they really came to ask for something. I kept on trying to get a thing from what they were saying but I could not until I heard my father call my name " AKPI"
to the white men .I became unnecessarily scared but I could not get to the base of my fear.
I later saw the white men bring out something from their bag. It was so beautiful and I could see my self through it . later in life I learnt that it is called a mirror and it was the beginning of my cursed life.
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Historical FictionA boy taken away as a slave finds love and hatred in a new world with his gods at his back
