As we were forced up on the boat. We were pushed into a cramped section of the boat. When I looked around there were people everywhere. The smell was horrible. Fear. That's the only thing I could feel at the moment. I felt as if everything around me was
moving in slow motion, and next everything was a blur. When I came to my mother was rocking me back in forth and using a tattered fabric patting my sweat covered forehead. She was humming an old village song. We just sat like this for the rest of the night. For weeks we traveled in the boat with little food and water. They threw food at us like animals. The water was scarce. They would send down large wooden bowls half full of grey colored water.We had to share it lucky for us we were closer to the entrance of the area we were in so we got the first chance at the bowl. I drank greedily but then I felt the eyes of others around who probably would not have a chance to drink.
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Queen of Cotton
Historical FictionThis is story of a queen from the south part of Africa. That is taken from her home.This her story of her journey to freedom and to love.
