In the year of 1860, Mawusi was running from the man that had bought her four years earlier. During this endeavor, she found the Underground Railroad. After joining the group of people running from the South, she had been found by her master. The 13-year-old girl had been captured and lashed until she died. Her soul went to Heaven as her body was left for her family to burn and keep the ashes.
As she walked up the large stairway, she wondered where she was. She arrived at the large gold gates and pushed them open.
"Hello, Mawusi. Welcome to Heaven." an angel greeted, white wings fluttering.
"Hello Ma'am." Mawusi stuttered, unable to believe what she was seeing.
"We have been awaiting your arrival." the angel said, her voice light and airy.
"Where am I?" Muwasi asked, looking at the surroundings.
"You are at the gates of heaven. I am your guardian angel, Eliza Hamilton." Eliza smiled.
"My mama told me and my siblings a lot about you. You gave me hope." Muwasi exclaimed, smiling up at her idol.
Eliza smiled. Someone bounced up to her, interrupting the conversation between the angel and the young girl.
"Mama, who is this?" A young man questioned, motioning to the girl in front of him.
Eliza looked behind her shoulder at the bright young man behind her. "Phillip, This is Mawusi. Mawusi, this is Phillip, my son."
"Mhoro, Phillip," she said, offering her hand.
"Good Morning, Mawusi." Eliza's son replied, taking Mawusi's hand.
They shook hands and broke apart. The pair followed Eliza across the long road, listening to embarrassing stories from Phillip's childhood.
"And then, he said 'my name is poet.' instead of 'my name is Phillip'." the cheerful woman rambled.
"So Mawusi," Phillip said, butchering the pronunciation of the name "what was your life like before you, ya know, died?"
"Well Phillip, I had been a slave all my life. When I was nine, my parents and my brothers were sold. My sister, Nichelle, and I stayed with a man named Mr. Paul Rose. A few days ago, we decided to use the Underground Railroad as a way to escape. Mr. Rose found us and I risked my life so that my sister could be free. Now I'm dead and I don't know what is going to happen to my family." Mawusi responded, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
Phillip's smile faded. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Mawusi's eyes met Phillip's for just half of a second.
They turned away and trudged along behind Eliza, who was talking about her childhood.
"My mother likes to talk." Phillip broke the tension between the two friends.
"I can tell. She seems nice though." the teenage girl next to him replied.
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Into the Light
Historical Fiction13 year old Mawusi was a slave for a Southern man. She decided to try her luck with the Underground Railroad, when she was caught. She was beaten until she died. Her soul went to Heaven while her family mourned her death. Follow Mawusi's journey thr...
