*The black slave*

I am a slave
A living creature with personal dreams of a life of fulfilments,
But because I am black,
I am deemed fit, only as a tool for the colonial masters.
I have been forced to become a legal property of another human like me colours differentiating us.
I am strong.
I am full of untapped potentials.
All that still isn't enough all due to fact that I am black.

I am a slave
Africa is my home.
I strongly hold the belief that someday I will be free,
Dead or alive?
A mystery I don't want to know the answer yet.
I have been beaten.
I have been burned.
I have been scourged.
I have been shackled.
I have been hanged.
Punishments meted out in response to perceived infractions.
Most times I have been punished are just to show and reassert my masters dominance over me.
All this has caused me great pain, but because I am an African I know I can withstand whatever is thrown at me.

I am a slave
I have heard of news of slave trade being banned in many parts of the world.
I don't know when it will get to where I am being held in bondage.
But I hope it gets here sooner.
Because I am getting weaker.
I don't want my freedom when I am almost about to go back to my ancestors.
I want my freedom now.
I want to go back to my dear Africa.
I want to witness the joyful nights, enjoy moonlight tales and watch the little children dance around the fire.
My Africa is the reason why I hold on to all sorts of sickening a treatments I have been forced to withstand.

I am a slave
Morning is here.
The day I get my freedom.
My master has decided to let me go not as a goodwill but because I have grown old and frail unable to serve him to the nearest standards.
My bones are weak.
The journey to my beloved Africa will certainly kill me.
I am heartbroken.
I am bitter.
I have no kin of my own.
When i die on my way to Africa.
My body will be feasted on by vultures.
My bones scattered all over the desert.
A once promising young man reduced to dust.


_Ifeanyi sibling_

Africa :- Slaves continent