Thomas Fox.
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Let's go back in time. You might ask ?. What time ?. Well, to the dark times of slavery and its distressing struggles.
We see and read about the story of Pa' Thomas Fox who was a victim of slavery. At age seventeen he was separated from his family and his village. We also read about his struggles in a new world with a different culture, tongue and well skin colour.
His quest for attaining liberation with his other fellow black men as they match away from the hands of slavery.
Well we give way for Pa' Thomas Fox to narrate his ordeal for us in the pangs of slavery and of attaining liberation. Enjoy.
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