Short Story - A Slave Narrative

stack everywhere. People I did not know, further I knew they were not from this place. They were retentivity firecrackers and they rolled them on our kind. I only hear screaming, clamorous everywhere. Including my own cries. People except burst into my house and wherefore dragged every sensation break. My children, my husband, and my family disappeared in the crowd. The strangers ripped off our clothes, do us feel on that point was no protection round us.\nNaked population were even together, adept by cardinal was dragged on the huge thing. I had never seen this scenario before, in front end of me was blue water, it seems unfathomable. It was very crowd on the boat, people tout ensemble huddled together, both hands and women. Did not know scarcely how long it took, were trapped in this space. Because at that place was no toilet, so we had to defecate, so the whole surroundings reeks. Someone tried to frame suicide, some people were move to survive, praying tha t everything will turn out fine. For pregnant women who gave birth to a child in this smutty environment, they had to bears the facts that they may have died during the labor. thus I heard a voice that I knew for age\nMa! Ma! My eye followed the sound, I hunted for the sound. Ma!\nSandra! Where are ya? I knew from my meat that the speaker was my sweetheart, my biggest daughter. Since finding ones loved one was hard in this crisis, people around me began to imitate my lines. Suddenly, I was surrounded by heart, warmth of heart, made me realized light humanity.\nYor girl there! a man beside me pointed to one of the dark corners.\nSandra! I utilize all of my strength to truckle toward her. Fon ya at las! We cuddled together as if we were going to die and this was the sustain time we could look at each other. While I enjoyed this happiness, there were noises in the speed floor, which was also full of our people.\nGrantomat! Grantomat! Bettio idinga wena! queer yakho ukufika! which stan...