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After training and working with Naziru and Nyarko, for over a month, I was then assigned to working with Dauda. We had been friends since my days at the auction compound, so we were happy to be working together. We both started working with our picks, and when we had a large pile of ore, Dauda picked up the shovel, and started loading the ore cart. I started to laugh, and when he ask what was so funny, I told him he was my first partner to use the shovel. I told him that all the others, left it upto me to do the shoveling. He just laughed and handed me the shovel, and said it was nice of me to volunteer.

We worked until lunch time, and I was allowed to do all the shoveling. When we went for lunch and joined Kwaku, Dauda told him about my volunteering to do all the shoveling. Kwaku knew all about my experience with my previous partners, and said he was glad to see I was continuing to do my job.

We sat and talked before being joined by Naziru and Nyame, who wanted to know how I was doing with Dauda. I told them he was making me work hard, and they had a strange look, and ask what did I have to do. I told them he was making me do all the shoveling. They laughed and pointed out, that I had done all the shoveling while I worked with them. I just laughed, and said I know I’m the hardest working slave in the pit. I know I’m being controlled and made to work the way you all want me to work. This brought a lot of laughter from everyone who heard our conversation.

After working the rest of the day, the Overseer came and had me join Kwaku for my daily workout. We had a good, and very intense workout, and we were both exhausted. We just lay on the concrete slab, waiting for the Overseer to come and hose us down. I really enjoy being hosed down, after our workouts.

I then walked to the elevator and went to the top. I got dressed in the elevator control room, and joined the Doctor in his office. He checked me over, and said I was doing fine, and as usual commented on my slave brand. I think it bothers him, that I don’t seem to care or worry about the brand. Soon Araway showed up, and I followed him to the truck, for our ride home.

The following day would bring a big change in my usual daily work schedule. More on that when I have time to start the story.