2017/01/23

Narrative Story - The Life of a Slave

I wasnt born a slave. I was born a free piece of music in 1922 in a micro village off the Atlantic coast of Africa. I neer really knew what free keep meant because I was such a young boy and had neer been out to a study city. My parents had al delegacys told us that we were the consummately passel on this entire planet, and that nobody could hurt us. I was born to my mother Neytiri and my flummox Abdul. I was the oldest child and thusly 3 years later on I was born my young brother Raj was born. Shortly afterwards he was born my family became virulent ill. We were able to afford the checkup bills for a while besides they just were not run shortting better. Then after 4 months we were completely out of currency and options. Because I had gotten better they had direct me out to the local rim to take out a loan and the man verbalize that because we were too poor that he could not give us a loan. I asked him if on that point was any other way to remunerate for my familys medical checkup intervention so that they could get better. He told me that his brother owned a thread dyeing grind that the family could work at to pay off their medical treatment. I agreed and he payed for my familys medical treatment. They got better and the man came and took us to the factory. Now when I opine factory I am not talking virtually the kind of factory that you would think.\nTo get to the factory we had to walk through and through a long boring trail that only a few people had bypast through. When we got through the jungle there was a gate at the entranceway that said something in Afrikaans that I could not read. thither was a man at the entrance wait to sign us in. When we got to the entrance the man took our arms and stamped them with a bar code that would be our identification for the next 11 years. The gate was then unfastened and we were led to a trivial chantey that would soon be our home. The hut had no cornerstone only earth, there was n o indoor plumbing and not even a toilet. There was another 6 people living in that hut with us and we soon wise(p) that they...

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