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The next morning when I woke up, I noticed that I looked like the slaves at Araway’s mine. I looked around and counted 9 slaves including myself. My friends and I stood there looking at the other 6 slaves, and they were looking us over, as well.
Soon the overseer came and opened the gate, and we were taken to be fed. It was the usual slave food, and this food tast just like that at Araway’s mine. After eating a two foot chain was attached to my wrist cuffs, limiting the movement of my arms.
We were then taken to the mining area, and I was given a pic and put to work. I had watched the slaves working at Araway’s mine, so I knew how to use the pic. My two friends were not familiar with either a pic or shovel, so one was put to work moving the ore carts to the elevator.
We worked until lunch time when we were fed, and allowed a toilet break. I was the center of attention by the other slaves, and one slave had never seen a white person. He rubbed my skin to see how it felt, and he kept touching my pink nipples. I just told the same story about stealing money, and that’s why I was sold as a slave.
After eating I went back to working with the pic, and after awhile the overseer stopped me and had me shovel ore into a ore cart. I worked like this until our evening meal, when I could then try getting better acquainted with the other slaves. My new friend couldn’t stop touching me, and examining everything about my body. The one thing that really fascinated him was my crotch, because it was so light colored. He pointed out how his crotch was much darker than the rest of his body.
After eating we went for our hosing down, before being locked up for the night. It would be my second night at the mine, and I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to Kwaku. I knew eventually he and Araway would come looking for me.
The next morning we had our meal, and then went to work in the mine. I didn’t have to worry a lot about the heat, because we were in a jungle area which helped shade the mine. We were beside the river that was the boarder with the neighboring country, so there was a breeze.
After finishing 10 days working in the mine, I was starting to wonder if I would ever be rescued. I decided if no one ever came for me, I would make the best of my new life. I had good friends, plenty to eat, a pace to sleep, and developing muscles and strength. Not too bad when compared to some of the things I’ve seen.
I went to sleep content in my decision to make the best of my situation, and knowing I could handle my new life.
The start of day 11 was just like the other days. I had my morning meal, and started working in the mine. I started looking at my work in a new way, and decided to see what I could do to make it more challenging. I ask the overseer if he could help me think of ways to make the job less mundane.
We took our lunch break, and I enjoyed getting together with the other slaves. It was great to sit and talk about our experiences, and things we had enjoyed in the past.
I went back to work doing things to keep the job interesting, and was glad when I was told to stop. It was time for our evening meal. I enjoyed the food, and then chatted with my friends. Then we were taken for our hosing down before being locked up. After being locked up for the night, the air blowing in was cool, so the three of us cuddled together.
I heard the overseer unlocking the cage, and he told me to follow him. He led me to the elevator and to the top of the mine, then to a block building. It was my first time out of the pit, and I was empressed with the surrounding jungle.
The overseer told me to wait while he went inside, and when he returned he had the owner with him. I quickly dropped to my knees and bowed my head, as the overseer had instructed us to do as part of our training.
I didn’t see the third man with them, because I had my head bowed. I heard the third man say “a well trained slave”, and that’s when I realized it was Kwaku. The owner told me to rise and go with my new owner. Kwaku told me to get in the truck, that we needed to get started. He said we would be driving all night to beat the coming rain.
I ask him what happened to him on the day of the auction. He told me the heavy rain had flooded everything between the town and the auction compound. He said the road had been washed out for miles, so it took days to repair. He said there was no way to reach the compound for days, and that Dauda was unable to reach the compound for days.
I ask where did all people come from that attended the auction, and he told me they came from uneffected areas. He said it was just a series of things happening that destroyed his idea and plans.
We reached the auction compound about midnight, and Kwaku said he had changed his plans. He said we would spend the night at the compound, because the road might be dangerous at night. He said there were still bad places in the road, and if it had rained since he came through it could be damaged.
Dauda wasn’t there, so I saw Kwaku whisper something to a guard. The guard returned with food, and he had regular food and slave food. Kwaku took the regular food, and the guard handed me the slave food. Kwaku laughed and said “I guess he thinks you’re my slave”, do you want something else. I told him no, that I had eaten before we left and wasn’t hungry. He told me I needed to eat something, that he had no idea how long before we got home.
I finally gave in and ate the food, commenting about the taste. I told Kwaku the auction compound had the worst slave food. I told him the bottled water even tasted a little bitter.
He told me he was tired, and was going to sleep there on the couch. He told me I could sleep in the truck, so I went to the truck and lay across the seat. I went to sleep almost as soon as I lay down, I guess it was a combination of working that day and the truck ride.