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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.
I had been taken from Europa when I was eight years old, yet I still had such vivid memories of my parents, our little flint cottage on the farm and my adorable cocker spaniel, Rory. They were probably dead now, if they had survived the raids by warriors from the neighbouring tribe of New Castle Land, who had been my first captors.
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I went to their Voodoo ceremonies and prayed to their pantheon of gods. I even worshipped my ancestors in spite of the fact I’d hated my miserable grandparents who’d lived long enough for me to remember them. They may have enslaved my body but, oh boy, did I try to hold on to my mind and Jesus Christ Our Lord Who Died On The Cross For Me. Madama Subria, I realised, had lost the hope of something sweet and sexy to keep her entertained, that was all. Her husband must have forced her to attend the whipping because these Ambossan women never got their fingers dirty.
Then I saw a thought take shape in his mind. To let me go would be a way to get back at his father. We both knew that I had read him. He smiled quietly and nodded at me, gesturing with his head for me to be on my way. We slaves don’t end relationships. In fact most times we don’t start them either, other people do it for us.
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This song is about mental illness and those who suffer from it. The lyrics to the song made a lot of sense once I learned this. "I've been a prisoner all my life" is the confinement which the illness imposes on those who are ill.
I could see the indecision in his eyes, weighing up the options, which one would benefit him the most. If I moved, I would make up his mind for him and he would raise the alarm. The smoke and smell and shouts of the bidding faded into the background. I didn’t plead with my eyes, because he would feel manipulated and resist. If I looked afraid, he would despise me. So I just looked blank, which is all I ever looked.
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To get deep into the grooves, she explained, as we hid our venom behind impassive faces. The woman did not have an inner strength which made her powerful, I had long ago realised; rather, she had been given power over us. I wanted to print out the email and rush around showing it to everyone. But no, I had to control myself or I wouldn’t be going anywhere except the gallows or the electric chair. No leniency was shown to those who tried to escape.
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.
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Just for a moment I saw that self-pitying look of the child I had once been forced to cradle. He’d never been denied anything as a child, ever, and so, as is the way, nothing was ever enough. And I could see he still felt sorry for himself. Bwana disinherited Bamwoze and kicked him out of the house. I don’t know what happened to the girl - dead or in West Japan, probably. We were all filled with a new-found respect for Bamwoze when we discovered he had forfeited his inheritance for a mulatto.
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.
They saved up all year for their kids to go on a giraffe or elephant ride or a merry-go-round. Sometimes they even helped us escape. Occasionally some of them shot daggers at us whytes or called out insults, clearly resentful at us for taking their jobs. A split second later I was running. If someone stopped me, so be it. I ran to the station, which had stood boarded up and derelict for so long.
When he met Delilah DiCrescenzo, Plain White T's lead singer Tom Higgenson told her he'd write a song about her, and came up with the first verse of "Hey There Delilah" on the spot. I think it’s about a guy who doesn’t mind this person. In a 2019 Australian interview, Phil Collins named this song as one of two he enjoys performing live the most. The other was 1993's "Can't Turn Back The Years". Too many images flashed through my mind as I deleted the email and switched off the computer. For the first time since I was taken away I could seriously consider that I might be returning home.
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.
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