WHAT NEXT?     Here and there, we look around, we are done     Then what next?     This toiling and suffering is over now,     The pestilence, predators and pest have eaten     Deeply into the fabrics we adore and cherish     Weeping and crying have we known     For a long time now
    The crops have withered away, the fruits are all     Rotten, and the leaves die off     All night long, we pondered, wondered and slept     With our eyes open, we are lost in thought     For gone are our hopes, those we trusted have failed     Our succor no longer embrace us with humility     We kept thinking what next?
    The hope of living for another is a dream     We cried for no yet another day for the pains,     We can't endure, any longer     As the days increases so do the sufferings and pains     And so is the hunger.     Death awaits us, but before we die, what next?
    The killer of the youths kept killing without restriction     The youths cried in pains and fear asking who is next?     They now have matched in their numbers in the pathway     And landmarks crying and shouting     For all who care to all, that they fear who will die next     Now their cyrings and weepings have not be heard     What next?
    No food for us, no water, everything is to high for the poor     To own, yet they poor crave in pains of hunger yet work     Under the hot sun and cold weather for peanuts     Crying and asking what next?
    Now the youths, marching and shouting under the rain     And the sun, have been hunted, sent to their early grave     With empty stomach but load brains      by the bittered predator      Lo! The youths are dying again in greater numbers,      Being killed by the protector turned predator     Who is next? What next are we to do?
    Now the youths have turned into soldier ants, running     After the sophisticated predators,     They run, loom, boom and loot under the rain and hot sun     Though with empty stomach     Oh! They loot the houses and food stores of     the predators,     Where next and what next?
    With tears, hunger and unclothedness have these hunted     Youths run, loom, boom and loot yet killed     Yes killed by the predator, killed by hunger and no work     Yet pronounced lazy by the potbelled predator     And they ask what next?
   The mighty predators now fear, fear and fear    They fear the actions of the bigger predators whom may    Question their actions.    Now, to submerge and immerse the outrageous acts    Of wickedness, placed a tag on the youths to justify    And purify their wickedness,    They tagged these innocent but hunted youths Hoodlums    Oh! What next?
   The future and hope of the youths who art the leaders    Of tomorrow yet no tomorrow for them is at stake    This predators are the leaders of today and yet that    Of the tomorrow,    What next? Written by: Enyeribe Chiemela Chester

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TAMAR, Episode 3.

“You can’t do this to me, this is not fair mother…I thought you love me, no mother…I can’t accept this…I can’t…

“We want the best for you princess, you know we love you right…

“then this is not the right way to prove it, this is just not fair, you said you want the best for me but you are giving me the worst, she doesn’t even have any hair on her head, Zain, my friend, she has a beautiful maids attending to her, they are the Tivi girls with long hair and round waist, her father make sure he buys beautiful slaves for her, she boast with her personal maid to me, and I have told her that mine will be far more beautiful than hers, now she will laugh at me when she sees this, she will mock me if she sees the kind of slave that my parents gave me…I don’t care what you say but I just don’t want her…I don’t

As we went inside that day, Abel has asked me to wait till tomorrow before going to meet the Lord and Lady of the house, he took me to the out house, a big house within the compound built for all the slaves, I stayed in one room, with two other girls, who never said a word to me because Abel has asked them not to bother me, they were big and beautiful and can be mistaken for a royalty with the way they act and dress, I was given cloths to wear and good food to eat that night and I slept all through the night till the following morning, when Abel later came to fetch me, it was time to present me to the master, I cleaned up and dress with the cloth I was given, and wrapped my head up,
Abel has told me not to be afraid or worried, that even if Zity doesn’t want me and her parents agreed to it he will put me in the kitchen, as one of the assistant cook or in the garden.

Zity was very beautiful, she was far bigger than her age, maybe because her parents were very tall, her brother Vim was also handsome, he has his father’s structure, the house was big and beautiful, different shapes of animals and images carved and positioned at every corner of the house, there was a water fall and a large garden, lots of beautiful slave girls doing different thing, I watch as one brought a tray of gizzard liver, well spiced and decorated, she brought it to Lord Reese and Lady Phin, the master and madam of the house, she knelt down and served them, while they picked from the tray of meat, and another brought red win, I watch as Vim looked at the girl with the gizzard tray, and when she brought the tray of meat to him, she knelt down and without fear looked fully to his face, and I was told slaves are not allowed to look at their master’s face while serving them, but the girl did, Vim smile and lady Phin who noticed quickly dismissed the maid from Vim, the girl quickly stood up and walked seductively, and Vim was looking at her behind as she whine her waist, she went to Zity but she was very angry and threw the tray of meat off her hand and it all scattered all over the place, lady Phin spoke

“you can be angry from now till tomorrow Zity, is all fine, but me and your father will not change our mind on this, I feel comfortable with this one, I don’t know where Abel got her from but she makes me feel at peace, I know I can trust her with you, your friend Zain may have all the beautiful maid tending to her need she still feels empty and sad, and with time she will also get jealous of your maid if you treat the innocent girl well,, but is all your choice when it comes to her and is my choice to make sure you are in safe hands, forget about the hair, it will grow back, and with food on her she will grow fat, stop worrying,

“Zity, please listen to your mother, and take her…

The master of the house, Lord Reese spoke calmly and collected, he looked up at me and I bent my head then he spoke to me

“child, Abel said you are fourteen, and you are very devoted, I trust Abel and I know whatever comes from him is good, so if he picked you for my daughter then I have no worries, Abel spoke greatly of you, what is your name and where do you come from, what of your parents, what god do you believe in

“my name is Tamar, my Lord, we live close to the Abkhazia , across the black sea with my parents and siblings before the war broke out and they are all dead now, I was captured and sold off, and was later shipped down to this place, I serve…I ser..

Denying my faith has seem normal, hating God has seem normal until I met Abel, and I began to feel ashamed of myself, Abel displayed God’s kind of love to me and has told me I was special and God must have sent him to pass that road and meet the merchant who sold me to him, he said he doesn’t like passing there because it was too broad but there must be a hand that guided him to pass there and he met me, he asked me not to give up on God because God has never given up on me, he has kept me for a purpose and I will find out what the purpose is soon.
I stammered as I was about to say the god I serve, I didn’t want to lie neither do I want to expose myself to another danger, Abel has warned me to be careful so that none will find out the kind of God I serve, as I stammered, Lady Phin spoke.

“is fine Tarmar, you can choose any god here, your master worship Jupiter, the god of strength and success, he also worship tiwail, the god of thunder, I worship Venus the goddess of love and protection, my children serve whatever god they like, and every slave in the house choose a god for themselves, so feel free to choose any god, we are not gods, don’t be afraid, Abel must have told you that we are good people, and that’s the truth, serve us with your hard work and obedient, you are dedicated to my daughter Zity, make sure you serve her well, don’t see us as gods. we give out one shelling to every slaves here every day, you can do whatever you want with the money, I told Abel to get me a little slave girl, between Zity’s age... and it has taking him time to do that, because I asked him not to buy ordinary slave girl, beauty are all in vain, I’m not counting on that. I guess Abel prayed to his god who directed him to buy you, be a good girl and you will always find favor before us, serve your mistress Zity like is required of you, I know my daughter can be difficult to please but just do your job dutifully, don’t do eye service like most of the slaves here does, I’m feeling at peace with you already, you got some special thing in you Tamar, be of good behavior…

Lady Phin spoke with compassion in her voice, my head was bent in respect as she spoke, the master of the house, Lord Reese stood up and left, he was being called upon to an important issue. Zity cried out again

“I said I don’t want her mother, why will you and father team up against me, why can’t you listen to me, I don’t want her, just take a look at her, bare head, tiny body as if she has sickness, do you see her big eyes, I wonder how she makes you feel at peace mother, she is too strange, I can’t even boast to Zain about her, Zain will make a shame of me to everyone, I will rather allow other slaves to serve me, this is not just fair… Vim, say something, your friends will laugh at me if they see the kind of slave mother gave me, everybody will find reason to mock me now, try to convince mother that I don’t want this slave girl…please..

I watched as Vim started laughing, but suddenly stop when the sister’s cry turned into whimper..

“okay...is okay Zity, sorry that I have to laugh, I know you are sad, don’t be, non of my friends will dare try to mock you with your maid, i will break their teeth if they tries it, Zity, the girl is not that bad, her hair will grow back, and she will add up with time, if anyone say anything bad just tell them that she can…can sing, I don’t know if she can actually sing… but just tell them she got a good voice and she can sing very well more than Zain’s maids all put together, I know Zain is jealous of you because you are far too beautiful than her, don’t allow her to intimidate you with all those her fine maid, intimidate her with yours instead. but mother, you could aswell allow Zity to make her choice, since she said she doesn’t want this one, then get like three beautiful slaves and let her make her choice, this slave girl looks like she won’t be able to do much work, she look worn out and malnourished, she look like she was cursed by the gods, I want my sister to have good things of life, she is royalty and her personal maid should be as beautiful as the sun, Abel could have brought one of the tivi girls, I know the tivi girls can be very lazy but they are very beautiful…

Lady Phin spoke up, hushing Vim to be quiet,

“you mean like Obia, yes, I know what has being going on... Vim, I saw the way you looked at her when she came to serve the gizzard, I swear by Venus that I will sell that girl, she act all seductive, whenever she sees you, and you look at her hungrily, I have told you to take your pleasure outside, if the girlfriends you have is not enough then get more and leave the household servants alone, Obia is displaying arrogance and bad attitude because you are climbing her…

“mother…that’s not true, i only admired her beauty, I’m a man mother, and I get girls dying for me outside here, I’m not always allowed to bring them home, only April, I respect you and father’s policy, Obia is trying her best like every maiden in this house, I have not touched her, who told you that, why will I stoop so low to have anything with the household maidens, I have a woman, mother, if April hears this she will not find it funny, please I have nothing with Obia, you can sell her if you want, that’s none of my business

Zity who has stopped crying spoke

“vim, I have seen Obia sneaking into your chamber at night and sneaking out too, but I did not tell mother anything I swear by the gods, I’m only saying it now because you are lying to mother, you lied of not having anything with her, Obia throws herself around you every time you are around, she act seductively because you are having something with her, don’t you know you empower her when you admire her or lays with her, if she dares act disrespectful to me any day I will break her neck, Vim you have a woman outside and also have one inside, I have lost count of how many women are flocking around you, definitely is not just April, April is beautiful and I want to be like her when I grow up but you are not satisfied with her, and I really like April, her father is wealthy too and she is the only child of her parents, do you see her personal slave girls, she has two and they are so beautiful…

I listened as Vim stood up and spoke angrily to the sister,

“I’m glad that mother got you this kind of slave girl as your personal maid, is your good reward for not shutting up and minding your business, what I do with my personal life is nobody’s business, and I was even trying to convince mother to get you another slaves, now I see that with this one that look like a little witch you will learn to mind your business, yes, keep crying, I don’t care, mother if you want to sell Obia, please go ahead so that I can have peace in this house, I’m going out to the port, to foresee things for father, I will be back after twenty nine days, I need to breath in the sea fresh air, before I get choked from everybody meddling in my affairs.

Vim stomped out while Zity cried and ran to her chamber, Lady Phin dismissed me.

Abel smiled on seeing me back to the out house, he reassured me that everything will be fine, and I believed him, the next day Zity did not ask for me, even on the third day when her friend, Zain visited, I did not go near, as her friend who was not as beautiful as Zity was boasting loudly with the beautiful maid she came with who was even more beautiful than her, but Zity never answered, she changed the topic to something else and they eat and laugh together.

Abel put me in the kitchen as one of the assistant cook when Zity did not send for me after five days. Another slave girl was attending to her, I was already feeling comfortable with my new job in the kitchen when I was told that Zity is asking of me, I quickly ran to her chamber

“Where have you being since how many days now, you are meant to serve me now you can not even do your job, I was told you are in the kitchen, is that where you are suppose to be

“No my lady, my apologies, I was waiting for the right time when you will send for me, I’m here to serve you my lady,

“good, then serve me here not in the kitchen, I’m bored, no slave have any good story for me, do you have any story, I like romantic story and stories of handsome men fighting the war, I love to listen to those love stories, that is why I pray to Venus, the goddess of love to give me a handsome prince who I will love so well when the time comes, or when father thinks is time for me to start a romantic journey, so do you have any interesting story tell me.

I thought of stories I could tell, I remembered all the bible stories that mother and father use to tell me and my sisters back then, so I started telling her the story of Sampson and Delilah, but I never told her it was from the bible, Abel is teaching me wisdom, and being careful with my kind of faith, by the time I finish the story, Zity was happy and she said she was going to tell Zain, that I may not have long hair or fat like other slaves are but I can tell good stories, she laughed and clapped her hands, she couldn’t wait for Zain to visit so that she can tell Zain that I can tell good stories.

After that day Zity never complained of changing me or wanting another maid again, she became comfortable with me around her, sometime I will tell her stories until she sleeps off, I have a space in her chamber where I sleep at night, I hardly leave her sight except if she ask me to,

My coyly hair started forming again on my head, a rare gene I inherited from my mother, i was gradually adding up.

Abel looks at me one day and said, “you are more beautiful than anyone I have ever seen, inside and out, Don’t allow anybody to tell you otherwise, God didn’t make a mistake when he created you, after God created you he smile and said my daughter is beautiful, so believe what he says about you not what the world said.

Abel gives me hope everyday, he makes me believe again, and my faith is being restored. I know hard days are coming but I’m not afraid anymore, nothing surprises me, I am where God want me to be, I’m glad Abel found me.

*To be continued*

TAMAR, Episode 2.

The dealer paid five shelling to a fat woman by the pool to bath me and one other slave girl who looks worn out, the fat woman shaved my hair and gave me a new wear after the bath, she gave me a small turban to wrap my head so that no buyer will be discouraged by my look, so i wrapped the turban round my head as i was instructed,
We journey to another district, and the other slaves got buyer quickly, just as usual no buyer want to give me a second look, most of the beautiful once among us was either bought to be a temple prostitute or a household slaves, i stood there hoping to get a good buyer so that i can be free from the dealer who was already getting frustrated with me, he doesn't want to run at lost, he worships money and like making profit, no matter how he convinced them no one want to buy because they thought i will probably die soon or i have an illness, and the dealer who bought me for twenty five shelling wanted to sell me out for thirty five shelling, he was determined to make ten shelling of gain on my head.

A man in a white ruber, a cloth for the well to do came , he was a merchant, and he looks rich, and my dealer increased the money to forty five shelling when he saw that the rich merchant was looking at me

"She is very strong, her look is deceiving, she can travel far by foot, she walked from the sahara to lakey iceland, she can do all job..she is washed and cleaned up, i don't deal in dirty slaves, ask about me, and my slaves are all healthy and hardworking, she is going for forty five shelling..

" she is just a child, and looks solemn, i have watched her from afar and saw that she doesn't have a buyer, nobody wants to buy her from you, i felt pity for her, i just hope my wife will like her, i need a household slave for my wife, she has two already but she complained that they are lazy, she wants a stronger slave, and if what you said is true then i will take her for forty shelling.

"Bring the money and take her then, she will serve your wife and the entire household well.

I was sold for forty shelling surprisingly, just same amount meant for two small slaves like me,
I was happy as i journeyed with the merchant who bought food and water for me along the way, he was silent through out the journey and was not harsh to me, he later spoke

"I don't know what pushed me to buy you but it must be some unseen god, because i don't do that, paying forty shelling for you, is too much, the highest amount i paid for a slave was thirty shelling, and they are full and beautiful, the kivi slaves girls are beautiful and my wife likes beautiful slaves, she hates some certain set of slaves, is better to know now so that she will not take you to ludrus temple, what god do you serve..

" i have no god, i only serve my master and mistress

"Don't be afraid, I'm not like everyone you have encountered, what god do your household serve, are your parents still alive, what god do they serve..

" they are all dead, they serve the unseen God, they are christian...

"Shhhh, don't say it loud, that religion is an abomination to the ear, for your safety don't tell anyone or you will be stoned to death or they feed you to the circus animals by the entrance gate, my people thinks Christians act like they know it all, worshipping an unseen god who can't save them, is a good thing you told me, when we get home you can tell my wife you worship lucrus, the goddess of fertility and production, my wife will be happy because we are hoping on the gods for a child.

When we finally got home the merchant's wife was in the open stair, she was beautiful, she spoke from there as the household slaves came to unpack what he came back with.

" Lami, you have being gone for four days, and you said you will only spend three days, and who is the little witch with you, don't tell me you bought a slave girl looking like she was a left over by the gods, hope you didn't spend money to buy her..

"Can my beautiful wife come down to greet her husband who she has not seen for days, I'm sorry i took extra day, i needed to sell all the wares before returning home..

The woman came down and gave her husband an angry look before turning to me, she looked me over and pull off the turban on my head, she became more angry as she saw my bare head with no hair

" Lami, no, no..i don't want her, and there is nothing you will say that will convince me to take her, hope you didn't spend upto fifteen shelling on her, return her back and get your money from the wicked dealer that sold her to you, i can't allow her into my house..

"Just give her a chance first, she is strong and she also worship lucrus, i know she look too slender but with food she will add more flesh to her skin, and her hair will also grow, give her a chance of fourteen days and if you still don't want her then i will sell her off at your pleasure

" i swear by the gods if she comes into my house i will send her to the circus animal, and her blood will be on you, because i warned you, i said i don't want her, look at those eyes, so deep like the blue sea, she raises fear within me, take her away from here, now..

The merchant took me out at the wife command, i wrapped my head back with the turban, he didn't know what to do with me, he rode on his horse wheel, searching for buyer, he was willing to resell me for twenty shelling, he doesn't want to be totally at lost and if he had told his wife he paid forty shelling for me the woman would have torn him into pieces, after sometime he saw a young man who was coming from the slave market with two male slaves with him

"She is for sale, very strong for your household, add her to your flocks, i could have kept her but my wife doesn't want her, please take her and give me what you have

The young man looked at me and smile, making me feel at peace, he gave the merchant fifteen shelling which seem like the only money with him and i silently followed
When we got to the big beautiful gate he looked at me for sometime before speaking quietly to me

"There is something about you, you are special, this big beautiful house belongs to the second prime ruler of this whole kingdom, he is a kind man and his wife also, they have two children, Vim their son, who does whatever pleases him and the princess whom is called Zity, she is full of life and maybe of same age with you, i am the head of the household slaves, you can call me Abel, we have enough slaves here but my master has ordered me to get two male slaves for his shipping business, i don't know why i bought you from that merchant, but i know the madam is looking for a little personal slave girl for her only daughter Zity, Zity may not want you but don't be afraid for God will soften her heart, i was also little when i came down here, when i was just eleven and I'm thirty two years now, my owners just got married then, and i was here they birth all their children, both the ones that died and the two that survived,Vim is twenty and Zity is fourteen, my master and mistress are good people, they have wanted to free me on several occasion but i told them i wasn't ready maybe because i was use to them, i feel comfortable here and they are kind to me..What is your name, and how old are you, what god do you serve..tell me the truth, don't be afraid

"My name is Tamar and I'm fourteen years, I use to be a Christian before loosing my faith, I'm ready to serve my lord..

" I'm not your lord, Tamar, call me Abel, now i understand why God led me to the path i took today, He wanted me to meet you, I'm a christian, but i hide it from everyone, is very dangerous to announce such faith here, i will help you believe again, but keep your faith to yourself and don't let anyone to know about it. I can see you have being through so much.. You have survived what killed others, is not because you are stronger but because there's a reason for that, and soon you will find out what your purpose is... Lets go inside, the prime ruler and his family are all in.

*To be continued*

TAMAR. Episode 1.

“This one doesn’t look too good…too white like the flakes, too thin, too ugly, too weak, too much hair filled with lice…just too much of everything…how much does she go for…

“do not underestimate her...her look maybe deceiving…she is as strong as a Camel, she walked 100 miles from the sahara to the lakey Iceland, I swear with twail, the god of thunder and storm, she maybe thin and frail but she is one of the strongest…and she is going for thirty five shelling…that’s the price my good friend..

“hahahaha, I can’t pay such a big amount for her, I will pay twenty shelling, we are into same business and you know that she doesn’t worth it, everything count when purchasing a slave, the look and body count but she got none, she just got big eye ball and I want to buy her because you said she is strong, I just hope you are saying the truth when you said she walked from the sahara to lakey Iceland…

“is true my friend, I swear to you with the god of thunder remember, I can’t lie with the name of twail, twail strike down those that lie with his name… she is worth the price I gave you…you can pay thirty instead of thirty five shelling, I’m giving you a good price, take her…

“Well, I don’t believe in any god, I worship money, because money answers all things..i will pay twenty five, if you are not selling then I will move to another dealer, I don’t have time to waste on some useless slave…

“okay..ok bring the twenty five shelling…

I watch as the first dealer counted the money before handing me over to the second man, he was happy to be free from me, I have being with him for long and nobody has being able to buy me off, and when he finally sold me he was happy because he was not totally at lost, he bought me in the sahara, a slave market, after the merchants offload us from the sea to shore, he bought me for twenty three shelling and sold me for twenty five, after walking under the scotching sun and arriving at the present port.

The second dealer made me walk so fast as he led me with other slaves through a passage way, we all seem to be between eleven and seventeen years, not more than that and I was the most frail I among them, I was tired, I was hungry and thirsty yet I have no right to complain because I’m only a slave, my fate has being predestined, but I’m not scared, I maybe in a foreign land filled with different gods, carved in different shape and sizes, I might have lost mother and father, with Joe my brother, Kathrine and Deb my two sisters to the cold hand of war, but I’m not scared.

mother has died in my arms, she has died of starvation, after the war broke out, Joe has gone out in search for food but was captured by the soldiers, and killed, he was dump in the same piles of dead body, where father was thrown after he was killed, I watch from the tiny hole of our room as they set them on fire, and the smoke went high, I shot my eyes and held my breath for some second thinking I was going to die too, but I didn’t die, I needed to be strong, and after Kathrine, my sister died that morning and mother who has being ill for long gave up in the evening, I began to doubt my faith, I have question and I needed answers, I held my only remaining blood, my sister Deb, she sobbed in my arms and I hushed her severally to be quiet while trying to hold myself from screaming, so that we will not be heard, we were quiet with everything, the soldiers maybe passing, they are going from house to house to make sure that they clear off each household, any noise from us will attract them faster, I and Deb cleaned mother and Kathrine up, we combed their coyly hair into bond, and dressing them up, pretending like they were asleep and will wake up soon, that was my wish, that everything happening around us was a bad night mare, but it was real, real and close to the skin, mother was very beautiful even as she lay in death, she was at peace, I sat beside her and watch her and just hoping some part of her body will move to signify that she was still alive but nothing moved, I checked her up and it was so cold, I held her hands into mine, hoping my warm hands will warm up her cold hands up, but still nothing happened, Deb was looking out into the long street from the tiny hole I created, I see everything from there , Deb was all I got now, I use to have my elder brother Joe, and my two younger sisters, Kath and Deb, and also my loving parents, but not again, I only got Deb who was the youngest and was nine years, Kathrine was eleven years, she loved God passionately, she was the strongest among the three girls, she was kind and yet God was not merciful enough to save her from dying, he allowed her to die and allowed mother also who stand for uprightness and truth to go too, leaving the weak ones, my faith was weak, I look weak physically yet I got strength of ten people in me,

I know what mother will say in this present situation, she will say “Tamar, don’t let your heart be troubled, in everything rejoice, this world will pass one day but our soul belong one true God, even if he allows us to be striken with famine and sickness he will heal our land and restore our health, for in him we live and move, in him we have our being…

Deb has called my attention to the hole and i saw soldiers approaching our door, my stomach tightens, my heart skip, I wanted to hide Deb but if she stays in here she may probably die of starvation, I don’t want to loose her, I thought of what to do, with mother and Kathrine lying dead on the bed which seem like they were sleeping and with Deb shaking all over from fear, my whole faith weakened, I couldn’t do anything, and the soldiers hit our door with their boot, they were two they came in and I held Deb as she cry and shake, I was trying to be brave like father will do but not this time, i was truly afraid, I don’t know what fate holds for us, outside was deadly yet inside was lonely and smells of death, nowhere was safe to stay,

the first soldiers looked us up while the second passed to where mother and Kath lay peacefully, the first soldier swore as the second one calls his attention to mother and Kathrine's dead body in bed, the first stepped out and called a wooden trucker, which they use in evacuating the dead, they threw in mother and Kathrine into the truck carelessly and the pusher pushed them to where dead bodies are kept and burned, I cried, I screamed, I want to hold mother for the last time, I want to check if she will shake, I want to look upon her beautiful face and be strengthened but she was gone, I will never see her or father or Joe and even Kathrine again.

as I was dragged outside with Deb, I look up to the sky and began to curse, I hated God, I hate him for allowing so much bad things into the world, and for letting the wicked to oppress the helpless, I hate God for allowing father to be killed in the street, father was a religious leader and he was a faithful follower of God, and yet he was killed, Joe was a young man who was trying to follow every of father’s step, he became the breadwinner when father died, he was sixteen years, and was killed as he went in search of food, God allowed hunger and sickness to take my mother and my sister Kathrine, leaving me with Deb, what kind of God is that, if he was strong enough he could have saved us, and stopped the war, why do bad things happen to good people especially people with a good heart like mother and father, God allowed it.

I have unanswered question, I was filled with anger as they push me and Deb to a big open square where other surviving people where kept, we crawled upto our knees and sat on the ground, holding each other. Whatever lays ahead was far bigger than what I can face, I silently hoped I will die too, because life was like a pure definition of hell.

Deb has died after five days, she got flu in the open square and started coughing blood, I tried everything even prayed to God despite I was angry with him, I have prayed if he can save my only remaining sister I will love him again, I will apologize for every bad thing I said to him or did, I will serve him more than I have ever done, but God was silent, the flu traveled with speed all around Deb’s body, there was no good water and food, to properly care for her, I used the piece of cloth tied to my waist to cover her up from the night cold, I stayed awake through out trying to warm her up with my own body, Deb was my only family if she die what will I do, I kept begging God, but God didn’t hear me, he didn’t listen, Deb died in the middle of the fifth night at the open square, and the soldiers came to take her away, I still couldn’t believe she was gone…she

“hey, walk faster or I will be force to use the whip on you, I don’t want to touch you because you look too frail and look like you will drop dead any second, I want to resell you and make even if is a little gain from you, I gave that dealer twenty five shelling for you, and is way too much, I shouldn’t have spent such amount, you look weak and I wonder how you managed to trek from the Sahara to the Iceland, that dealer must be a good liar swearing with twail because he doesn’t want you to get stuck in his hand…I hate to waste money because money is my god, now tell me the truth…do you trek from sahara to lakey Iceland?

I looked at the man stone face, he distracted me from my saddened thought, I’m still wondering why I’m still alive, the thin and weakest one of my family, I have being shipped, smuggled like an ordinary goods, being under cold and heat, being hungry and thirsty, I have gone from hand to hand of slave dealer and yet I’m still alive, the only thing that have not happened to me is rape, I watch as other beautiful slave girls get rape in the cabin but any of the dealers that get’s to me will look me all over shake their head and walk past, I don’t look like a good food to them, only my deep white big eye balls with my full coyly hair a gene I got from my beautiful mother which was now covered with lice and dirt will scare them away and they tag me ugly, which was an added advantage too, being frail has saved me from some bad things, I was strong enough inside, I have enough strength to walk and run miles but it was never shown in the physical, my slim nature was deceiving anybody that comes in contact with me, the dealer that sold me off thought I will drop dead along the way from the sahara but he was surprise I made it, while some other slaves dropped dead and they were left there to be devoured by wide animals, just the thought of wide animals feeding on me was enough to keep me moving.

“answer me slave girl before I serve you to the circus animals by the entrance gate, you are just a mouthful to them, nothing in you will be enjoyable, speak up or can’t you speak , don’t you have a voice..

“I can speak sir, yes, he was right, I trek from the sahara to the lakey Iceland...

“then, that’s good, let’s keep going, you still have lots of trekking to do, I just hope your body can carry it, and that your hair will be cropped short, it stinks, I wish you will be a good sale for me because I don’t deal with loss I like making profit…

am ready for whatever that comes, and I also hope I end up as a house hold slave not as a temple slave, where slaves are used to serve different gods, the land we are in are filled with pagan worshipers, there are different gods here, in every square and stops, hanged on trees and houses, everybody choose what they want to worship, but the faith I was birth in was never allowed here, is a taboo in this place.
But I will be giving a choice to choose the god I want to worship here if I end up as a household slave in a good house, or I will serve my master and mistress, is well expected of every slave to make their master or mistress their god, whom they will serve for the rest of their lives, I’m not afraid, I use to be but not again, I have seen too much calamities in my young life to be scared of anything.
Wherever fate lead I will follow.

*To be continued*

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