Thomas Fox.

A NEW NAME

While still at the market with my new master and new friend. I tried to keep myself relaxed even though my thoughts reasoned "I took to my heels for a run". We got to a cloth shop. I wondered what master was looking for.
" A pair of trousers, shoes and a sleeve please"., master said to the shop keeper as I was taken to a room which I thought was a "dressing room ". I was measured and given my choice of clothing.
I looked at my superior the way he dressed having his shirt buttoned down a beat quite reveling the chest., this I did as he watched me laughing. He was about my age though or older.

" Bernard Gray" was his name. I could recall master calling on him on him severally with the name.
"What's your name ?. Asked master., as I looked at him feeling confused about what he meant. Oh you hear not my language" he said as I interrupted "Aremu". "What !. I don't understand that name said master as he tried pronuncing the name., he then became tired of getting the pronunciation correctly.

" From now henceforth., you'll be called "Thomas". Then your surname " Fox" . That was how the beginning of my name started.

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Two years have now passed. I was now in my late teens. I spoke and read the British language well., all thanks to my dear friend and colleague "Bernard".

Every direction and proportion one enters, the name 'Thomas always rang in those areas.. Well I became quite popular and really hard working too. Sometimes I even forgot my birth name. Sometimes I was asked " What's your name ?. And my reply would be " Thomas Fox . I now had a new identity and a new fate which I thought might not be rekindled.

Most times I thought of mother and sister if they were still alive. I also had the thinking of running away, but a question always ran into my mind "where to ?."

You might ask "why did I had escape thoughts ?. Well you.., see though a slave I was bombarded with tasks to do. Not just minor ones but time wasting and stressful task. This always made me feel unhappy and sometimes having those thoughts. Oh feeding ?. I was fedded well.

But sometimes came the beatings. I was flogged by my master and sometimes his sons. They were bad times also. Having been thrown out into the rain and having you cloths all drenched in dripping water would give your body cold shivers making you sickly.

Sir' Richard Fox was my master a man of high values and really strict in giving orders and.... Ohh I think I've said too much, the next chapter talks about him.