A Slaves Life

4. My Life At Work

                  

"Alright" said the middle aged man said, barging through the room.                                                                                         "I'm George, I'm your slave owner. I will punish you when you do wrong and not reward you when do right understand." A few people nodded "Now you will work in the house some of you will cook, clean or nurse children. Understand. You will be fed twice a day and wake up 15 minutes after the bell goes for the plantation owners, you will sleep here, eat here all in this room. Just to remind you we are not on your sides. You are dirt and can easily be replaced."

I was "rewarded" by having the job of looking after young children, as I looked after the baby so well before he was shot. I looked after two little girls name Amelia and Lucy. They were sweet girls I didn't have to do much and what I had to do wasn't hard I just had to feed them and play dolls with them. George became fond of me and let me have a bit of real food to eat each week it wasn't much but it was delicious, it would vary each week. Whenever they cried I'd sing to them and they fell asleep in my arms.

However one day they started asking questions.

"How old are you." Amelia asked.

I knew I shouldn't answer as I would be punished for telling these girls the truth so I lied.

"16" I answered which wasn't a lie.

"Where are you from" Lucy replied.

"Well, when I was younger, my parents died so I went to a special school for orphans, like me, and your farther is very kind and took me and he feeds me, and gives me a place to live and makes sure I stay safe." I said, as I finished talking I turned around to see George standing in the doorway smiling at me.

"Kaluwa, come here for a second please."
"Of course Sir"

I strolled out, slightly frightened about what was going to happen.

"You're a nice liar Kaluwa. Thank you for lying to my girls they would never forgive me for doing it. But they will understand one day, only few black people are useful and you are one of them."

"Thank you, Sir"

"And because of this I'm going to give you a bit of freedom and let you wander round are property with no set curfew."

"Thank you, Sir"

A few hours later.

I wandered around the gardens not realising how big this place is I picked a rose and put it in my hair, then I sat on the grass and read some of my book, George gave it to me as a reward. Without realising I fell asleep.

It was dawn by the time I woke up even though I was given permission I didn't want to get caught so I decided to sneak through the sugar cane fields, I was hallway through the field before I smelt burning, yet I carried on. Little did I know that the plantation workers were setting fire to the field.

Before I knew it my throat was being choked with the smoke and the flame crowding my ankles.

It was a slow and painful death.