A Slaves Life

2. The Middle Passage

Just as I was starting to feel slightly less tense they started pushing us out of the hut and onto a massive boat that most likely won't fit us all on. They started shooting at random people or pulling them out and whipping them sporadically. I couldn't believe how heartless and ruthless these white people were. There were askaris everywhere making sure everyone stayed in line.

Once we got onto the boat they handcuffed us to a bar in the middle of the ship there was a small bucket in the corners, although the concept of having it there was extremely idiotic, as only a couple of people can get to it. The rest however had to sit in all the way there. Wherever there is must be hell. It was baridi and many people got sea sick. As far as I know, once a day they would serve us gruel and throw it into are hands. It tasted like sick but it's a lot better than starving to death.

One day I heard screams confused I turned to my left and saw the woman next to me in labour. No one knew what to do, whilst she was panicking, the baby came out she handed it to me and said "Name him Onyango. Now I have Hakuna Matata." Before she passed away and the baby started crying and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly you could hear footsteps coming down to our part of the ship.

"What's going on." A tall white man asked.

"Nothing," someone replied. BANG. I heard as I saw the poor man's head fall limp.

"Someone gave birth and she died in the process." I stuttered

"Where's the baby." He yelled

"Here"

He snatched it of me shot it and dragged the woman up to the upper deck.