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I was one of the Stolen Children. So, in between Europa and the plantations of West Japan is this country in the tropics, the world’s greatest imperial power, the United Kingdom of Great Ambossa & the Canary Islands . It’s part of the continent of the mainland of Aphrika, which lies just over the Ambossan Channel to our right, which we also know as the Sunny Continent, of course, on account of it being so bloody hot here. The avenues have been swept smooth of yesterday’s sandstorm, and the hawkers selling takeaways - grilled corn on the cob, roasted chestnuts, fried plantain and little packets of fu-fu wrapped in leaves - have been sent packing. Gaana is the one-stop solution for all your music needs.
Food, fabric, people - what’s the difference? I held my breath as I walked past Demerara’s Coffee House. These men could sniff out a slave a mile away.
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He sold Frank on to West Japan, but not before he had endured 30 lashes of the cat-o’-nine-tails on a public podium at Cumgbela Gate. Every slave in the neighbourhood was forced to attend. Can you imagine how I felt watching that? Poor Frank’s shredded back; how he cried out, because if you don’t they will continue until you do.
Another carriage rattled past with a laughing couple inside. It was that evil Madama Subria, she who got my Frank sent away. I had watched her with tears pouring over my heart as she had watched him strung up to a tree and whipped.
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In the sweet light Of the valley, When the sun falls Upon the pine, I shall lay down All of my troubles, And I lift up, This heart of mine. Take me home, Lord, Oh take me home. O'er the hillside, And o'er the sea, To the soft grass of the valley, Where your grace Shall set me free. Through the shadow Of the darkness, Through the storms that Lead me astray I shall travel Forever knowing In your light, I will always stay. O'er the hillside, And o'er the sea, To the soft grass of the valley, Where your grace Shall set me free.
It was always breaking down because of increased demand from escaping slaves wanting to cadge a ride out of the city, to begin the long journey back to the motherland of our dreams - to Europa. Sure, it was a pipe dream for most of us, but it was one which offered an impossible hope that somewhere out there was a place to which we could return, a home. I have always tried to console myself with the fact that, such was the demand for sugar, the price of a sweet tooth was a toothless smile. Such was the demand for sickly sweet coffee that they ended up with an irregular heart beat, osteoporosis and withdrawal headaches.
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The thoroughfare was littered with nut shells, tobacco butts, camel droppings and the debris of city life. I tried to walk quickly without appearing to hurry. I tried to walk straight-backed. I was tall anyway, which gave me a natural majesty when I worked it. I had 20 minutes left to get to Paddinto Station. It was going well until I came upon a group of raggedy whyte men, free, who were playing dominoes on a mat.
Moreover, the song is about them releasing the mentally ill from state hospitals and institutions who wanted to go home. I began walking and prayed no carriages would stop. I felt safer when I entered Edgwa District. It was an assault on my senses, humming with crowds and booming with Aphro-beats. I disappeared into the throng. Edgwa was famous for its market, which ran for several miles on a dirty sandy thoroughfare down to prosperous Maidaru Vale, another rich enclave of chiefs and their sprawling compounds.
We had a few at our compound, but in our case dear Madama Comfort made them pay for their birthright. Not a drop of Aphrikan blood in me. Internet banking makes revenge more sophisticated, you know. It was typical of the Slave Escape Transport System , which we in the know cynically nicknamed The Set-Back Service.
I could see the indecision in his eyes, weighing up the options, which one would benefit him the most. If I moved, I would make up his mind for him and he would raise the alarm. The smoke and smell and shouts of the bidding faded into the background. I didn’t plead with my eyes, because he would feel manipulated and resist. If I looked afraid, he would despise me. So I just looked blank, which is all I ever looked.
It was how we slaves engaged in many a romantic tryst, myself included, although I was currently single, which thankfully meant I had no one to leave behind. I still held on to the concept of monogamy, even though the Ambossans ridiculed it as uneconomical and selfish when women outnumbered men in this society. Genius is the ultimate source of music knowledge, created by scholars like you who share facts and insight about the songs and artists they love. I didn’t move and neither did he.
He stood next to her, looking so smug, as if he knew the truth, as if the whole whipping spectacle was to punish his wife for her promiscuous ways. As soon as they were further down the avenue, sand kicking up in their wake, I darted out of the alley. I had to get away from these awful people. I stood there, paralysed, peering down the avenue. I knew I was being such a wuss but I couldn’t help it.
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