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My third day as a slave, began as usual; being awaken by the guard, getting cleaned up for our breakfast, and being addressed by the Foreman.

After our breakfast, the guard took us to get our tools, then left Kwaku in charge. After working for awhile with the pick, Kwaku had me take the shovel and shovel the ore into the ore cart. Kwaku reminded me a dumb slave needs a strong body, and told me to get shoveling. This went on until time for lunch, and this was the first appearance of the guard that morning.

We went to the shed and sat down, I really enjoyed being able to sit down and relax. The Foreman brought down the food, and we started eating. The Foreman told us he was really pleased with the way we worked, and with all the ore we had mined. He said he was sure Master Ansah would be pleased with all the ore on the truck. The Foreman then looked at me, then ask Kwaku how his white friend was doing. Kwaku told the Foreman I was doing fine, and that I always put out a good days production. That seemed to please the Foreman, who reach over and touched my shoulder. He commented to Kwaku, that I had a great looking muscular body. Kwaku quickly spoke up, and told the Foreman, I wasn’t used for sex, that was part of his job keeping me safe.

The Foreman got up, and said it’s time we all get back to work. So we returned to our jobs mining the ore, and Kwaku made sure I got my time in shoveling.

We hadn’t been back to work long, before the Foreman came down to where we were working. He took Kwaku aside, and they talked for a few minutes, before Kwaku went with him. The Foreman took Kwaku for a shower, and removed his ankle shackle and slave collar, then he hosed Kwaku down. After Kwaku had dried off, the Foreman gave him a pair of shorts and a T-shirt to wear. They then both went to the elevator.

Once up in the offices, Kwaku met with his Mother who had come for a visit. She hadn’t seen Kwaku for years, and they had a great reunion. The Foreman didn’t want Kwaku’s Mother to see him naked as a slave, so he saw to it that Kwaku was seen as a man. When I found out all about this, I cried and really had a lot of respect for our Foreman.

The next thing I knew, Kwaku was standing there with his Mother, and he introduced us to her. I quickly put my hands over my groans, and apologized for being naked. She just laughed, and told me Kwaku had told her all about me and who I really was. She said I’ve seen naked men before, but that I was the first white man. This made me feel a little more comfortable, and I removed my hands from my groans.

Kwaku told me she would be returning to our town, with Master Ansah on Sunday. That she would find someplace to stay, so that she could be close to Kwaku. That’s when I got the idea, of her staying in my room at Araway’s house. I told her of my idea, and she wondered if Araway would be ok with that arrangement. I told her I was sure he would be fine with her staying at his house. I told Kwaku to write a note to Araway introducing his Mother, and explaining my idea, and that I could make arrangements when I got back. I pointed out that if I wrote the note the Foreman might wonder why I was written a note to Araway.

I told Kwaku’s Mother not to tell the Foreman who I was, but to let him keep on thinking I was just a slave. She agreed, but said she didn’t understand my reasoning, couldn’t understand my wanting to live like a slave. Kwaku spoke up, and told her I was a little crazy, and we all laughed. I told her to get to Master Ansah before he saw his Foreman, and tell him to go along with my being just another slave. Not to tell anyone who I really was. She agreed to everything, but still said she didn’t understand my behavior.

She told Kwaku, that she would be ok with seeing him naked, since she had seen him that way many times. But she did thank the Foreman for allowing Kwaku some dignity when meeting her. The Foreman let Kwaku stay dressed, and spend the rest of the day with his Mother.

When work time was over, Kwaku got up and took me by the arm, and said it was time for my workout. The Foreman took Kwaku’s Mother back topside, and Kwaku stripped naked. We then spent our time wrestling and working out. Then Dauda joined us for our shower, and the guard was the one giving us the shower.

We then went for our evening meal, and the guard had Kwaku put his shorts and t-shirt back on. The Foreman brought our food down, and Kwaku’s Mother accompanied him. As we ate we did some talking, and Kwaku got to spend time with his Mother. I still felt a little uneasy about being naked in the presence of Kwaku’s Mother.

When it was time for sleeping, the Foreman took Kwaku’s Mother back up top, and we were taken to the sale’s quarters. Kwaku left his shorts and shirt on the table before going to the slave quarters. Kwaku didn’t have his leg shackle on, or his slave collar. So while Dauda and I were chained down, Kwaku was allowed to be unchained.

The guard then locked the gate to the slaves quarters, and we were left alone for the night. Kwaku then told me his Mother was really empressed with me, she thought I looked like pictures of angels she had seen. She said you had a perfect body, and all you needed was wings. I really felt embarrassed, but Dauda and Kwaku had a good laugh. We finally had all the laughter out of the way, and fell asleep.