It was another day of hardwork In the fields, white British men guarding the fields and making sure everyone is working effectively. The looks of exhaustion on the others faces as they worked in the hot sun with you. You could hear the noises of the British men yelling at one of the slaves for doing their work poorly one of the men where known as Joshua John Ward the owner of all of the fellow negro’s that worked in his fields. You were only 6 years old when they took your dad away from you and sold your 4 siblings, you would never forget that night. And until 16 you’ve been working in the fields with your mom the only piece of family left you had. As you kept working your mom started singing “Let our people go..” as others joined in. After a long day of work they let us head back to our small cabins for rest. You and your mom went into your cabin and your mom sat on one of the old creaky chairs as she told you to sit down so she could do your hair. “I know you're exhausted, trust me. I didn’t want any of this for you.” she said as she sighed and sucked her teeth as she continued doing your fulani braids