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There I would be met by a member of the resistance who would lead me through its dank subterranean tunnels. We slaves had to walk everywhere or use bicycles anyway. I used to hope that the celebration of Voodoomass would be the one day off in the year for us slaves. Oh, yes, Bwana trusts me alright.

They all looked up and studied me a bit too closely. Now my number had just been called and after twelve painfully long years on the waiting list I was being given the chance to escape. The message had come via my secret email account, Please! @ohtakemehomelord.com, a free server set up by the not-for-profit Abolitionists’ Co-op and protected by AntiMasterGuard . I prayed I could trust it, but nothing was infallible.
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He sold Frank on to West Japan, but not before he had endured 30 lashes of the cat-o’-nine-tails on a public podium at Cumgbela Gate. Every slave in the neighbourhood was forced to attend. Can you imagine how I felt watching that? Poor Frank’s shredded back; how he cried out, because if you don’t they will continue until you do.

I was one of the Stolen Children. So, in between Europa and the plantations of West Japan is this country in the tropics, the world’s greatest imperial power, the United Kingdom of Great Ambossa & the Canary Islands . It’s part of the continent of the mainland of Aphrika, which lies just over the Ambossan Channel to our right, which we also know as the Sunny Continent, of course, on account of it being so bloody hot here. The avenues have been swept smooth of yesterday’s sandstorm, and the hawkers selling takeaways - grilled corn on the cob, roasted chestnuts, fried plantain and little packets of fu-fu wrapped in leaves - have been sent packing. Gaana is the one-stop solution for all your music needs.
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We had a few at our compound, but in our case dear Madama Comfort made them pay for their birthright. Not a drop of Aphrikan blood in me. Internet banking makes revenge more sophisticated, you know. It was typical of the Slave Escape Transport System , which we in the know cynically nicknamed The Set-Back Service.

I was drenched and not feeling very brave. I came upon the coffee houses for which Paddinto was famous, many of which had auction blocks. I’d thought they’d be closed today, but to the traders, I guess, wealth was more important than worship. Several were doing business on this most sacred day of the year.
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Another carriage rattled past with a laughing couple inside. It was that evil Madama Subria, she who got my Frank sent away. I had watched her with tears pouring over my heart as she had watched him strung up to a tree and whipped.

I walked on through the market, then turned off into Paddinto District, where the crowds thinned out. In a few minutes I would be at the station. The sun had gone down hours ago but it was as if I could feel its hot tongue on my neck.
At first I thought she was sorry for Frank, then it dawned on me that she was brimming with self-pity. You see, we were generally invisible to the Ambossans - something we cultivated, to blend into our surroundings, lessening the chance of being singled out. I can see how they have hardened their hearts to our humanity. They convince themselves that we do not feel as they do, so that they, of course, do not have to feel for us. It’s very convenient and lucrative for them, isn’t it. I wish my heart would ice over like that.

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I always hoped I would need them one day. For bribes, for food, as a relocation allowance when, if, I mean when I reached Europa. I quietly shut the door and looked around. I needed to take some food for the journey but I couldn’t risk going back to the main house. I crept up the garden and snuck through a spot in the bushes that led to a back alley.
Some were agents for West Japanese planters, there to buy new stock. Others were owners of the slave ships, there to sell off newly arrived stock. But we can’t always have what we want, can we. In fact some of us never get what we want, ever.
Such was the demand for rum, extracted from sugarcane, that they ended up with chronic liver disease, alcoholism and permanent memory loss. Such was the demand for tobacco that they ended up with cancer and emphysema. I would be careful, but the Good Lord Above would decide if I made it. Yes, I still held on to my heathen beliefs, even though they ridiculed us as pagans and fantasists. Sure, I’d gone to Voodoo Sunday class.
The thoroughfare was littered with nut shells, tobacco butts, camel droppings and the debris of city life. I tried to walk quickly without appearing to hurry. I tried to walk straight-backed. I was tall anyway, which gave me a natural majesty when I worked it. I had 20 minutes left to get to Paddinto Station. It was going well until I came upon a group of raggedy whyte men, free, who were playing dominoes on a mat.
It was seen as a direct challenge to the authority of the status quo and that, by all means, had to be upheld. The slave traders were never going to give up their cash cow, you know. Many of the market men were immigrants from North Aphrika, traders of fabric and food. Some were middlemen in the slave trade, the Business.
It was always breaking down because of increased demand from escaping slaves wanting to cadge a ride out of the city, to begin the long journey back to the motherland of our dreams - to Europa. Sure, it was a pipe dream for most of us, but it was one which offered an impossible hope that somewhere out there was a place to which we could return, a home. I have always tried to console myself with the fact that, such was the demand for sugar, the price of a sweet tooth was a toothless smile. Such was the demand for sickly sweet coffee that they ended up with an irregular heart beat, osteoporosis and withdrawal headaches.