I hate this stupid ship. They say that we are only going to be resettled in the new America, but I don't believe them. I have heard of people in other tribes getting sold for work to people with colorless skin. I think that's where we're headed. But even if we are going to be sold for work, why treat us so badly? Don't they want us to be in good-selling condition so they can actually get money? They are starving us. I haven't eaten in days. Anyone who tries to break free from the chains around our ankles gets thrown overboard. People are getting sick and dying left to right. I don't think I have moved from the crate that my mother and I have been chained in for weeks, months maybe. Nobody can tell. Luckily only my legs are chained and I can still write this. It's hot and stuffy in here. It smells like sour milk and rotten eggs which they fed us a while ago. I haven't eaten in days or maybe weeks. We don't know how long we've been here, nobody can see the sun from the lower deck. I found this notebook on the ground some time ago, and I am lucky I did because it is really hard for me to go a while without writing.
-Ayo
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Slave girls, 1849
Historical FictionAyo is just a regular girl back in Africa. She wakes up early to watch the sunrise. She has a best friend Ayodele (people call her Dele, so she doesn't get confused with Ayo.) She sings and dances by the fire. She loves all of her tribe. But her lif...
