Monday, 20 June 2011

Diary Entry 4:

*  I woke up this morning to the sound of someone shouting that we have hit something. Soon after, a group of people came and stole us of our shelves. They carried us up to the higher level and planted us there. I hated it when the shoved us around like they didn’t care. But my anger grew bit by bit as they then tied us together with chains across our necks and hands. Then finally marched us off the ship and finally back onto land. By now the heat was unbearable; Its been so long since I was stolen from my family and forced into the ship that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be outside.
*  They dragged us to where there were tall places made of rock. It look so square compared to the huts we had back in the village but they were so much bigger. But the sights didn’t last long, as we were once again thrown into a cage and forced to be watched by other white men. Staring at us like how we would stare at the animals we would kill.
*  By the time the sun was high in the sky, they took us out of our cells and showered us in some weird water. It felt nice though, since we haven’t had anything to cool ourselves with since we left the ship. They wouldn’t let us leave the group or take one step away from the group. This kid did and he got shoved back. I almost leaped at the man for doing that to a small little kid. By knew by the way he acted, that he wasn’t messing around.
*  It wasn’t long after we were put back into those cages, that we were taken one by one to a place in front of the white people. The would come up to the stage and would feel and check us. Then the would put their hands up and the last person that would put his hand up seemed to get one of us. I really didn’t get what they were doing. One man shouting strange words while others responded hastily.
*  But whether I wanted it or not. It soon became my time to stand up in front of them. One man came up and went through my hair. I tried to force him away, but another had my chains in his hands and pulled me back. Then they started raising their hands and I knew it wasn’t long till I was going to be taken.

1 comment:

  1. Great work! I liked the way how you described some of the actions and objects metaphorically :) You also included your thoughts of some of the actions inflicted by the white people :) Keep up the great work!

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