The
night was cold, as mothers cried, fathers lost their pride
And
husbands, their brides,
It
was the 400th year of tears in this land,
It
began in the 15th century,
The
white devil, Freeman Gomez searched for my people and me,
Bound
in chains as the tears fell from the heavens,
I
was a thousand miles away from home by the age of eleven,
They
moved us from Vlekete- slave market to
Eyon slave market
The chains on my neck were heavy,
my stomach was hungry, and my eyes were runny
Freedom was the target
I
was in Ijebu 5 days ago
Now
in Badagry getting ready to be sold
To
the point of no return I shall go
To
survive, I had to be bold
The
market opened every two days
And
we were sold for guns, mirrors, cutton and rums,
The chiefs
were dancing to the white devil’s tune
Like
they were trying to appease the gods
As
they dragged us to the beach to board their floating wood
I was
famished
Who
knew that we would be the last of 18 million slaves taken before the slave
trade was abolished?
2
thousand of us were jam-packed into the white devil’s floating wood
The
thought of my family searching for me and my mother in tears
Always
kept me in a bad mood
I
knew I would never see home again
All
the efforts my father put to develop me into his rightful heir had been in vain
As we
sailed, the tides wary
There
was so much thunder and lightning I thought Sango was here to save me
But
the water became calm
And
the breeze was gentle
Few
weeks later I woke up to so many white devils pricing me like a piece of cloth
at a market in Seattle
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