Diary of a Slave

Diary of a Slave (7)

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When I woke up again, it was because someone was shaking me. Not now mom, I thought. I want to sleep. Just five more minutes. The person became frantic and pushed me so hard that I fell onto the floor. I opened my eyes angrily and found myself staring at worried brown eyes.

“Bianca!” said Lisa, clearly afraid. “I’m sorry but Mr Jones wants you to go back to work today. He says slaves are not supposed to have any medical leave and is demanding Doctor Joseph to leave immediately because he’s not paying him for another day. Doctor Jo said he will work without pay as you and Jessie really need him but Mr Jones refuses to listen to reason. Even Mrs Jones can’t change his mind.” I tried to follow what she was saying and understood that I would have to go back to work.

When she mentioned Jessie, I realised for the first time that she had actually been in the next bed all along, but she had been blocked off by an ugly yellow curtain. But now the curtain was open and I could see her. If you didn’t look too closely, you might think she was just sleeping. However, I could see the signs of her traumatic whipping. Her lips looked blue and the veins on her forehead looked like they were throbbing with pain. She was lying on her back wearing a white robe so her wounds were covered from sight. Her frail body looked emancipated and withdrawn.

“She’s in a coma,” explained Lisa. “Without her meds and tubes to feed her, she will die. She has a raging fever and her wounds might get infected.” She was demonstrating with her hands while speaking so I got the gist of it.

She helped me onto the bed and I groggily sat up. “It’s okay. I’m supposed to work if my boss says so. I am a slave in a foreign land, I have no rights. Don’t worry about me. I’m much better after a day in bed.”

Well, that’s what I wanted to say. But with only a minimal knowledge of English, all I could say was, “I work.” I swung my legs to the side of the bed and almost fell over. Lisa came to my side at once and helped me to stand. My legs felt like jelly and I would have tumbled to the floor if Lisa wasn’t holding me up. The world spun like crazy and spots danced before my eyes.

“It’s the medicine,” explained Lisa. “The painkiller Doctor Jo gave you.” She turned me around and inspected my back. “I’ll leave the bandages on.” All I heard was unintelligible but I felt her poking around my bandages. I started to remove them when Lisa smacked my hand.

“Don’t touch,” she admonished. Now that I could understand. Just then, the door burst opened and Egghead barged in. His piggy eyes gleamed with rage when he saw me. Then, he chased Lisa away. She had tried to protest and stay with me but to no avail. When I looked at the madness in his eyes, I knew I was in for no good. There was trouble just down the line.

“So slave,” he started. “What’s your name?” He glared at me, not expecting an answer.

“I’m Bianca,” I answered, remembering what Lisa had taught me. His surprised look gave me some satisfaction. At least he didn’t have an excuse to hit me for not answering him.