#1
I had an idea to keep a diary to keep track of how many days till they capture me.
September 9, 1784
My name Ayoka means a joy bringer, but life where I came from was hard, nothing else but a small village in the middle of the Sahara desert which you might know because it’s probably the hottest place in this world. Things get worse in drought season, some die some live..People ran out of of food and water which causes many deaths. My family survived.Most of them.. Which are my mom, little brother, my great aunt and me (of course) .And I am still here writing this down. The day my life started, my parents pick the name Ayoka for me, hoping I would bring joy to the family-but they made a big mistake because I grew up having nothing, if only I was born in a wealthy family, then right now I would have proper education.I was home schooled, so my life turn out hard.Our family was poor- so is the whole village.Two meals a day,but nothing more than a bowl of beans and rice.Some days are lest, and some days are more.You could never know which day it is. All I want to do is go to a better country except this. Education. Hard to find around here. I’m eight and haven’t ever been to school. If I had been to school I would declare freedom for whites and blacks .It doesn't matter to me if you look different in the outside,but to me everyone is the same,everyone is a human being.
September 21, 1784
Everyone had warned us about them.
They had captured us. They had came last night. I can tell you one thing they don’t look like us, They’re skin color looked a bit pale in the moonlight . They had blond and brown hair.they brought beside them,not ordinary weapons.They had guns.
They took us and everyone in our village, no not everyone some escaped,but some got kidnapped and that is us. They had kidnapped us in our sleep,very sneaky. They tied shackles and chains on our wrist and ankles,there was no way to move. I was half- asleep when I had heard them come. I was too scared to do anything, I’d just shut my eyes. But I’d made a real big mistake that got the whole village captured.One of their men threatened our tribe leader, he held a gun up near his head and warned us.Our people had warn us. Many who escape told us how they threaten us if we don't follow their every command. I'm scared. I wish someone would just come and save all of us. They are cruel and nasty creatures, that breathe the same air with us.
They- are the Americans.
Freedom.That only one word that doesn't exist in this world.
The Americans snuck us down to the harbor and shoved us into the darkness. Prison. A tragedy awaits us in there..
# 2
October 1, 1784
Darkness. Is the only word I can describe how it feels down here. Never seen brightness since yesterday. We were all squished down below deck and they can sit comfortably up there.I don’t even know if its day or night. It rots down here even though we’re at sea already but it still feels hot and humid down here. Obviously, because we're stuffed with innocent people like us. And those guilty Americans can walk around up there.I can't believe this is happening to me, no not just me, us.
October 5, 1784
It has been a few weeks, but I can still can remember home. I would never forget it, never. We've been starving for hours that had seem like days. .Hunger. Can't stand it anymore. But wait. Suddenly,the ceiling door burst out and down came a ladder. One of the crew men came down and snatch our rusty shackles and pull us up. For a second I was lifeless then they pulled my wrist and led me out of the darkness.
Brightness of the sunlight shone into my eyes. I couldn't see for a moment, but then there was a low vision of something that caught my eye. Suddenly I realized what was going on.They were going to feed us that trash, what they call food. I quickly pull back the shackles with all my strength, but I wasn’t fast enough they pulled so hard that they nearly ripped off my arm. I screamed, yelled and cried but they ignored me. They pull me all the way to the barrel where trash, I mean food was on.They fed us twice a day but it was just a small bowl of pea and carrot soup. .I won’t make, I tell you. With this much a day I'll won't live long..They stuffed in my mouth the gooey green soup and I spat it out. You know what they did to me , smack my back and kept feeding it to me.I wanted to vomit in their faces and see who cleans up the mess now but only said it in my head so they won’t smack me again..
October 8, 1784
Dry , thirst, water. I need water. It’s like my throat was an empty desert with only me on it , I could feel myself slowly dying in me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ll just end it right now. But I couldn’t my life is still long. Just then the rusty steel ceiling door clicked and burst open. No not again I thought ! But I was wrong. They place a jug down. Is it, could it be. Water. I was desperate I ran for the jug. But the shackles held me back. At that moment all I was thinking was ripping of my arm. A man next to the jug held it and took a sip a sip that felt like hours. When the jug was pass to me there was only one drop, one small tiny drop was enough, nothing I ever want more than just that drop. It rolled down my throat. Like rain being poured down on a sunny day on a dessert. Now you see what’s it’s like.
Escape. A word that will never come true a word that has no hope. Having to think about America, it could be even worse. Maybe I won't even get to America.
#3
February 13, 1786
Life was the same but even worst. Hard. Everything was hard. Too hard. I get cuts, scrapes, beaten. And you know what, we don’t get paid. I work 9 hours a day and all I get is a thin slice of bread and cheese. I look like a skeleton, all bony and skinny. Like I had said America could be even worse. And now that's a fact. My great aunt died because of hunger on the ship years ago. Before she closed her eyes forever, she told me that I have to keep living and always look towards tomorrow. I will remember her last words forever.
We worked on fruit farm. Everyday would water the plants. Then I have to go to back to a wealthy American family and worked for them. I had to sweep chimneys. My face was always smeared with ash. It made have asthma and now it's hard for me to breath. I hate it here. I wish I could go back and live in our peaceful village. Even though it was hard there, but it's better than here.
February 21, 1786
We live in the south. The north is much better. My mom had a plan. We are going to flee to the north and work in a coal factory. But our problems weren't solved yet. The problem is how. How are we going to?
February 22, 1786
I woke before dawn so my mother could get us ready for a long walk, very long walk.Our plan was to sneak in there the kitchen and gather some bread and cheese so we can eat along the way. And water. we couldn't forget water.
We quietly sneak out of the house and went for the woods. And started another journey, but this time with more hope. As we walk the sun started rising up. A start of a new day. We walk on and on to where freedom was.Or almost was, we'll wait, looking forward to everyday, and wait for freedom to arrive right at our eyes.
I had an idea to keep a diary to keep track of how many days till they capture me.
September 9, 1784
My name Ayoka means a joy bringer, but life where I came from was hard, nothing else but a small village in the middle of the Sahara desert which you might know because it’s probably the hottest place in this world. Things get worse in drought season, some die some live..People ran out of of food and water which causes many deaths. My family survived.Most of them.. Which are my mom, little brother, my great aunt and me (of course) .And I am still here writing this down. The day my life started, my parents pick the name Ayoka for me, hoping I would bring joy to the family-but they made a big mistake because I grew up having nothing, if only I was born in a wealthy family, then right now I would have proper education.I was home schooled, so my life turn out hard.Our family was poor- so is the whole village.Two meals a day,but nothing more than a bowl of beans and rice.Some days are lest, and some days are more.You could never know which day it is. All I want to do is go to a better country except this. Education. Hard to find around here. I’m eight and haven’t ever been to school. If I had been to school I would declare freedom for whites and blacks .It doesn't matter to me if you look different in the outside,but to me everyone is the same,everyone is a human being.
September 21, 1784
Everyone had warned us about them.
They had captured us. They had came last night. I can tell you one thing they don’t look like us, They’re skin color looked a bit pale in the moonlight . They had blond and brown hair.they brought beside them,not ordinary weapons.They had guns.
They took us and everyone in our village, no not everyone some escaped,but some got kidnapped and that is us. They had kidnapped us in our sleep,very sneaky. They tied shackles and chains on our wrist and ankles,there was no way to move. I was half- asleep when I had heard them come. I was too scared to do anything, I’d just shut my eyes. But I’d made a real big mistake that got the whole village captured.One of their men threatened our tribe leader, he held a gun up near his head and warned us.Our people had warn us. Many who escape told us how they threaten us if we don't follow their every command. I'm scared. I wish someone would just come and save all of us. They are cruel and nasty creatures, that breathe the same air with us.
They- are the Americans.
Freedom.That only one word that doesn't exist in this world.
The Americans snuck us down to the harbor and shoved us into the darkness. Prison. A tragedy awaits us in there..
# 2
October 1, 1784
Darkness. Is the only word I can describe how it feels down here. Never seen brightness since yesterday. We were all squished down below deck and they can sit comfortably up there.I don’t even know if its day or night. It rots down here even though we’re at sea already but it still feels hot and humid down here. Obviously, because we're stuffed with innocent people like us. And those guilty Americans can walk around up there.I can't believe this is happening to me, no not just me, us.
October 5, 1784
It has been a few weeks, but I can still can remember home. I would never forget it, never. We've been starving for hours that had seem like days. .Hunger. Can't stand it anymore. But wait. Suddenly,the ceiling door burst out and down came a ladder. One of the crew men came down and snatch our rusty shackles and pull us up. For a second I was lifeless then they pulled my wrist and led me out of the darkness.
Brightness of the sunlight shone into my eyes. I couldn't see for a moment, but then there was a low vision of something that caught my eye. Suddenly I realized what was going on.They were going to feed us that trash, what they call food. I quickly pull back the shackles with all my strength, but I wasn’t fast enough they pulled so hard that they nearly ripped off my arm. I screamed, yelled and cried but they ignored me. They pull me all the way to the barrel where trash, I mean food was on.They fed us twice a day but it was just a small bowl of pea and carrot soup. .I won’t make, I tell you. With this much a day I'll won't live long..They stuffed in my mouth the gooey green soup and I spat it out. You know what they did to me , smack my back and kept feeding it to me.I wanted to vomit in their faces and see who cleans up the mess now but only said it in my head so they won’t smack me again..
October 8, 1784
Dry , thirst, water. I need water. It’s like my throat was an empty desert with only me on it , I could feel myself slowly dying in me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ll just end it right now. But I couldn’t my life is still long. Just then the rusty steel ceiling door clicked and burst open. No not again I thought ! But I was wrong. They place a jug down. Is it, could it be. Water. I was desperate I ran for the jug. But the shackles held me back. At that moment all I was thinking was ripping of my arm. A man next to the jug held it and took a sip a sip that felt like hours. When the jug was pass to me there was only one drop, one small tiny drop was enough, nothing I ever want more than just that drop. It rolled down my throat. Like rain being poured down on a sunny day on a dessert. Now you see what’s it’s like.
Escape. A word that will never come true a word that has no hope. Having to think about America, it could be even worse. Maybe I won't even get to America.
#3
February 13, 1786
Life was the same but even worst. Hard. Everything was hard. Too hard. I get cuts, scrapes, beaten. And you know what, we don’t get paid. I work 9 hours a day and all I get is a thin slice of bread and cheese. I look like a skeleton, all bony and skinny. Like I had said America could be even worse. And now that's a fact. My great aunt died because of hunger on the ship years ago. Before she closed her eyes forever, she told me that I have to keep living and always look towards tomorrow. I will remember her last words forever.
We worked on fruit farm. Everyday would water the plants. Then I have to go to back to a wealthy American family and worked for them. I had to sweep chimneys. My face was always smeared with ash. It made have asthma and now it's hard for me to breath. I hate it here. I wish I could go back and live in our peaceful village. Even though it was hard there, but it's better than here.
February 21, 1786
We live in the south. The north is much better. My mom had a plan. We are going to flee to the north and work in a coal factory. But our problems weren't solved yet. The problem is how. How are we going to?
February 22, 1786
I woke before dawn so my mother could get us ready for a long walk, very long walk.Our plan was to sneak in there the kitchen and gather some bread and cheese so we can eat along the way. And water. we couldn't forget water.
We quietly sneak out of the house and went for the woods. And started another journey, but this time with more hope. As we walk the sun started rising up. A start of a new day. We walk on and on to where freedom was.Or almost was, we'll wait, looking forward to everyday, and wait for freedom to arrive right at our eyes.
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