“Mother, I shall return, I am going down to the river for water!”
“Okay, my son, but please hurry back!”
I have always wondered why my mother always rushed me. I mean, I am twelve years old, I can take care of myself and I am not a child anymore. Ever since I can remember she would always tell ‘please my son, hurry back.’ So I have always hurried wherever I go. Oh well I shall run, for the sake of my mother.
When I reach the river, I walk to my normal watering spot, bend down and begin to fill the jug. I hear the sound of dirt being kicked around. I slowly turn my head and see a very large man, he wore weird clothes and had his arms covered. In fact his whole body was covered. Why I wonder? So I walk over to him and ask “Who are you, and why is your body covered?” He looks at me, just stares then turns around without giving me an answer. Wow I think to myself. How could a man be so rude as to not answering my question? Oh well, so I pick up my water jug and travel the three miles home. As i walk I think to myself, about the first time white came to Africa. When they were so nice and taught us so much! Then before they left the buried down our homes and kidnapped 20 men and 30 women. It was devastating and I now hate white men for it. For being so cruel and evil. Oh well, I don’t think they will return or at least I hope they don’t.
I have almost finished my journey back from the river, a half mile to go and I can see the village. But wait. Where are all the children and women? They are usually out gathering herbs. And where are all the flowers and painting the men had decorated? Why is there no music being sung? I fear something bad has happened, so I sprint through the empty village, that should be full of people, I sprint to my house where my mother and two brothers, Atti and Lreni should be.
“Momma? Where are you?” “Atti, Lreni?” No answer. Where could they hav… Wait no, it's impossible, no Im not even going to think about it. But could really could the white men come back? Back to finish what they started? If they did where would they be? Not at the river, none of the main roads, not at the beach. THE BEACH! Thats where they are! So as fast as I can I run the five miles to the beach, tripping and falling over every rock. I can't seem to get there fast enough. Four miles in, three miles, two miles, one, almost there!
Finally I reach the beach and see a large ship with a ton of people on board and some waiting to get on. I can hear men shouting and screams coming from children. I wonder where mother could be. So quietly I peek around trying to see if I can spot her. But all I can see are white men blocking my view. Finally while being as quiet as possible while sneaking around I spot her threw the crowd of white men, she is with my brothers and loading the boat. I can't possibly aboard with all those men around. What am I going to do?
As soon as I think that the men start loading and the boat starts to movie, but before I can start running to the boat my body is wrapped in a pair of large, white arms and a bag is thrown over my head. I try to fight my way out of it. I kick, throw my arms, and even try biting, but nothing is working. After a while the man got tired of my struggling and hit me very hard and told me to shut up. But of course that wasn't going to stop me, so I try even harder to get away, this time the man throws me on the ground repeatedly and punches and kicks me until i finally pass out because of the pain. and while i am out cold I think of my family and how I will never see them again. I think about what life will be like for them now. I also wonder what life will be like for me. I know I will never see them again and I know life is going to be miserable for all of us. I also think of how everything will affect me.About how how I will work for someone else the rest of my life and how I will never have anything for myself in my entire life. This is something I will never be able to escape from. I will never be able to find my family, or even try. This is where I leave and will never be seen again by anyone I know..
“Okay, my son, but please hurry back!”
I have always wondered why my mother always rushed me. I mean, I am twelve years old, I can take care of myself and I am not a child anymore. Ever since I can remember she would always tell ‘please my son, hurry back.’ So I have always hurried wherever I go. Oh well I shall run, for the sake of my mother.
When I reach the river, I walk to my normal watering spot, bend down and begin to fill the jug. I hear the sound of dirt being kicked around. I slowly turn my head and see a very large man, he wore weird clothes and had his arms covered. In fact his whole body was covered. Why I wonder? So I walk over to him and ask “Who are you, and why is your body covered?” He looks at me, just stares then turns around without giving me an answer. Wow I think to myself. How could a man be so rude as to not answering my question? Oh well, so I pick up my water jug and travel the three miles home. As i walk I think to myself, about the first time white came to Africa. When they were so nice and taught us so much! Then before they left the buried down our homes and kidnapped 20 men and 30 women. It was devastating and I now hate white men for it. For being so cruel and evil. Oh well, I don’t think they will return or at least I hope they don’t.
I have almost finished my journey back from the river, a half mile to go and I can see the village. But wait. Where are all the children and women? They are usually out gathering herbs. And where are all the flowers and painting the men had decorated? Why is there no music being sung? I fear something bad has happened, so I sprint through the empty village, that should be full of people, I sprint to my house where my mother and two brothers, Atti and Lreni should be.
“Momma? Where are you?” “Atti, Lreni?” No answer. Where could they hav… Wait no, it's impossible, no Im not even going to think about it. But could really could the white men come back? Back to finish what they started? If they did where would they be? Not at the river, none of the main roads, not at the beach. THE BEACH! Thats where they are! So as fast as I can I run the five miles to the beach, tripping and falling over every rock. I can't seem to get there fast enough. Four miles in, three miles, two miles, one, almost there!
Finally I reach the beach and see a large ship with a ton of people on board and some waiting to get on. I can hear men shouting and screams coming from children. I wonder where mother could be. So quietly I peek around trying to see if I can spot her. But all I can see are white men blocking my view. Finally while being as quiet as possible while sneaking around I spot her threw the crowd of white men, she is with my brothers and loading the boat. I can't possibly aboard with all those men around. What am I going to do?
As soon as I think that the men start loading and the boat starts to movie, but before I can start running to the boat my body is wrapped in a pair of large, white arms and a bag is thrown over my head. I try to fight my way out of it. I kick, throw my arms, and even try biting, but nothing is working. After a while the man got tired of my struggling and hit me very hard and told me to shut up. But of course that wasn't going to stop me, so I try even harder to get away, this time the man throws me on the ground repeatedly and punches and kicks me until i finally pass out because of the pain. and while i am out cold I think of my family and how I will never see them again. I think about what life will be like for them now. I also wonder what life will be like for me. I know I will never see them again and I know life is going to be miserable for all of us. I also think of how everything will affect me.About how how I will work for someone else the rest of my life and how I will never have anything for myself in my entire life. This is something I will never be able to escape from. I will never be able to find my family, or even try. This is where I leave and will never be seen again by anyone I know..