Slave Sisters

(1) Slave Sisters

I hope you enjoy reading my latest story!

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It has been such a while since Tayla and I were kidnapped from those fields in Cape Town. I still remember exactly what happened and how I felt at the time; it was . . . Well, I really cannot find the words to explain it. No one deserves to be treated in such a way, evil or not. So as I have already mentioned, it has been a long time since it all happened - I would say two years or so. Things have changed for the better now, and now I am here to share with you my story.

19th July, 1804

"Wait! Tamara can you slow down, I am too tired!" Tayla stopped and bent down to rub at her dry, blistered feet. A sigh escaped my lips and though I did not want to, slowed down my quite quick walking pace. Frequently, people would tend to hassle me about it.

"You stupid girl, this is why you should not have come with me in the first place," I grumbled. We did not need or have to do everything with each other only because we were sisters. But we sort of did regardless; sometimes it was expected of us.

The sun beat down on us which made our bodies sweat and ourselves less alert, but regardless I still continued to walk at a steady pace. Tayla was the opposite of this and typically would use up all of her energy walking in a fast rush. I was quite glad that she had now learned her lesson. Our dark brown eyes tried to avoid the strong sunlight as the gentle wind softly played with our soft black hair.

My sister knew that I would not waste any more time on her, and so she stood up straight and caught up with me in a great hurry. I guess that it was a good advantage to be born three minutes earlier than her. I grabbed the basket that was perched on her head and placed it on top of the huge basket that was on my head.

"Thanks," she murmured loud enough for me to hear. Unlike her, I did not need to use my hands to keep the basket from falling off.

We had been in the fields for two hours - at the most - collecting sugar cane, but we still did not have enough. Grandma's birthday celebration was in two days, and she had asked for us to go out into the fields on this very boiling Thursday. The temperature of today was definitely higher than yesterday and the day before. It made me want to be lazy and stay in the village doing absolutely nothing but relax.

The reason of why our Grandma wanted for us to have them collected was because many people in the town loved them, including myself. I loved the sweet taste of it in my mouth, and how much of it there was. Grandma wanted for us to get the best ones before another took them. From what I knew so far, almost the whole town would be attending the event; everyone loved and respected our wonderful Grandma.

I stopped at an area of the field full of even more sugar cane than the other and carefully put down the huge baskets, getting out the knife and hacking down at a long cane of it. Eventually it fell down to the ground and I hacked at it a little more, splitting them up into short pieces before I put them into my basket.

"Do you not think it's a bit too quiet out here today?" Tayla asked as she joined in with me.

"I guess so . . . though that is a good thing, right?" I replied, hacking down at another long cane. My arms greatly ached at the work, but I kept on pushing myself. She shrugged, glancing at me for a moment.

"Well, yes, but it feels unusual," she said. Her face frowned a little in concentration. I could see little beads of sweat form on her forehead. "You do not feel that way?"

I thought it through. Yes, I did feel that way. Even though I did not want to admit it out loud, she was right; no matter what day of the week, the fields were always filled with people collecting food. There were usually no reasons of no one being in the fields on a day as this.