Jane was only a child. She was only 16 years old, three years younger than I am but she was not born into slavery.
Her mother was a mistress to her father before she died during her delivery. She was raised by her stepmother who mistreated her all her childhood. And when her father died after falling from a palm tree, the stepmother became more powerful. When the woman's daughter became sick with a deadly disease, she went into debt and the child actually died and all her efforts went to waste. Out of spite, she sold Lola and used the money to pay her daughter's debt. It was while Lola was struggling with her master that she fell from a horse and hit her head. She came into the compound through Mikael. As usual, the mighty drunkard and gambler has gone to gamble. And after waisting 500,000 pounds, he finally won Lola whose master was desperate to get rid of that he made a bet with her. It was days after Mikael got home that he realised that the slave he bought was sick in the head. He was told by his mother to leave her in the streets but Mikael declined, saying he refuses to lose totally. Seeing a knife cut into her chest is like a cut into my own heart itself. I could remember the first time she came into the compound. She was so shy and always smiling. Before she was exposed into this horrible life. "Do you know that you're pretty?", she once said to me. "What do you mean? I'm not in any way pretty or beautiful. I'm skinny and pale and ugly if you ask me" I retorted and she smiled. " Have you looked into the mirror?", she asked. "There is this kind of beauty around you, this gentility and elegance. Even though you're in a slave's dress, you have the aura of a queen" I laughed after she said that. "A Queen? You should have categorised me with a lady" Lola gasped with pain, shock all over her expression while she looked at Angus as her breadth slipped away. All the same, Angus showed no remorse. He removed the knife and stepped away from her dead body as if nothing has just happened. He turned his head to look at Yun who smiled at him He walked up to Yun and he raised the knife to his neck. Yun's smile fell off immediately but Angus only clean the bloody knife with his collar. "Hey brother,", Mikael seemed to have recovered from his own shock and he wrapped his hand around his brother's neck. "Don't tell me you killed her just to get back at me for losing your silvers to me", "It's not like you will miss her. She has only been a troublesome bitch.", he said like an inhumane person he was. I looked at the hand which was cleaning the knife and at that moment, I hated myself for allowing myself to be touched by that hand. For a splitting second, he stared at me and I saw the hatred in his eyes. It was not exactly directly at me but it was there all the same. After that, everyone worked at the farm as if nothing has happened. As if we've not just lost one of us. Someone we would never see again. My friend. In fact , We did not even know when we finish the whole farm. I thought time would stop after I lost someone so important to me but it did not. Night came and I found it hard to sleep. I was restless. The scene kept reminiscing in my head. I turned to my side but the woman sleeping beside me would not stop talking in her sleep. I decided to take some air. Rising up, I tip_toed out of the chamber. I breath out when I came into the open air. But the relief was short_lived as a servant suddenly stopped beside me. "What? What did I..", I paused. I could recognise the man so I changed my tone. "What is it? Did I do something?" I asked fearfully. He shook his head. He looked by his right and left before he whispered. "Master Angus wants you in his room now" Immediately he mentioned the name, my demeanour changed and I became furious. I did not want to have anything to do with that devil. But damn it if I was not bounded by my status. Tears burned my leads as I trailed after the man. "Thank you, Sullivan. You can go now", Angus released the man the moment I came into his room. The man left and it was now the two of us in the room. All the while, I kept my gaze fixed on the floor while he also remained silent. He rose from the bed where he was sitting and he started walking towards me. But I was wrong. He only brushed past me to take off his tunic. He was spending a lot of time and so, out of curiosity, I turned to look at him. I was shocked when I found him staring at me. He caught my gaze and he smiled. I glared back at him and he let out his annoying laughter. "Now that's my girl! Where have you been?" He said admits laughter and then he sobered up. He moved closer to me. "Show me some fire. I know you're not this silent" Damn it if he was not just right. "Go. to. hell", I gritted out and he glared back at me. "Easy there. You don't want me to lose my temper, do you?" I scoffed aloud. "Why? You're scared you would kill me too?", I challenged and stepped closer to him with a boldness that I did not feel. He chuckled. "Why, darling?", he drawled, his brow raised. "Is that all you think I can do to you?", he was now standing right before me. He placed his hand on my waist but I pushed him away. "Stay away from me. You this murderer!", I cried, tears falling down from my face. I watch as his eyes became dark with anger and I silently pray for him to lose it and kill me too. But he only shook his head and disappeared into the inner room. I was shocked when he came back holding the knife with which he killed Lola. "That's it", he threw the knife at my feet and I remembered how he killed my friend with the knife. All of a sudden, I just wanted to kill him too. I bent, picking up the knife and I stepped closer to him. I stood at the same distance which he stood before Lola. Holding his gaze with my own calm expression, I thrust the knife into his heartMy mama dragged me to a nearby pond to wash our faces but I wouldn't stop shivering. Mama put me on her lap and dipped a washcloth into the pond. She gave it a squeeze and then placed it on my forehead. I had begun to burn up, my stomach quivering as dread descent over me.Mama looked unconcerned. Not a single hair of hers out of place. Her face, the only spotless place on her body, smooth and shiny. But I knew her. Even more than she thought I ever could. I could see the crease on her brow. My head to her chest, I could hear the loud thump of her heart, her heavy breathe and her shaking hands. We both fear we might lose a father and a husband. As insignificant as his presence might be. We both sat by the pond, anxiously counting the seconds, waiting for the time to come by.It came. I would remember that evening. I knew it would always hunt my dreams.As usual, all the aristocrats had assembled. All were ready for the fight. It was a bald man that first came out to speak." We all ar
"Mama, I squealed, excited to see a familiar face around. "Mama, see!". Before I could shout again, my mama hit my hand and covered my mouth. And that's when I saw him -my papa, in the ruthless hold of Master Hammond.Master Hammond stood tall amidst the crowd , his arm clasped around my papa's shoulder. He whispered into his ear before climbing the stairs into the nearest hall. I kept my eyes on my papa as he stood waiting for Master at the lawn, until a tall man that looked like Papa came forward. "Young man, you cannot stay here. Leave.", he sneered at Papa who in turn cocked his head, his arms akimbo. "And who are you to order me to leave?","I am Madame Sumaya's slave. Leave."Papa stared the man down and then he said. "I am Master Hammond's slave. I refuse."It happened so fast. The man gripped papa by his shoulders and head_butted Papa, making him to crash into to the mucky ground, blood gushing from his nose. Mama gasped with fear but papa only grinned at the brown skin
My mama is going somewhere today. Not just a casual ride through the plantation with Master Hammond, but into town. She packs her clothes into a satchel and takes a few coins she had hidden on the shelves. I trail behind her, keeping track of her every movement. I want to follow Mama today.Mama's skin is a toner shade of my own, olive, and her hair is the same brownish shade as mine. She's wearing a long skirt and a long-sleeved top, her usual attire. Everyone knows why she always wears long skirts, even in the scorching heat. I know why. It's because my papa hits her every night, leaving scars and welts on her skin from her bum to her ankle. I saw them once when she changed her dress, thinking I was asleep. The scars are bold and wicked, just like my papa.Mama turns to leave the room, and I rush after her, gripping her skirt tightly. "Let me follow you, Mama," I plead. She stares at me, shaking her head. My heart drops. Although Mama can talk, she usually communicates with gestures
At what point I slept off, I did not know. My eyes opened and the chamber was already bustling. Girls move about, chatting and doing different tasks. Karen was plaiting a woman's hair alongside some other girls, Jane was sewing her torn wrapper, a few others were loosing and plaiting their hair. Lady Esme sat at her usual spot, in between her legs were wood fibers, intertwining them in her wrinkled fingers. I stared at her for a long time and I came to realise she was making a shoe for her very large feets. She suddenly looked back at me and quickly looked away. The boldness to look at Esme was one thing, to hold her chilling gaze was something else. My hands shook and I swallowed thickly. I could still feel he gaze on me. I rolled my eyes. No wonder no master has bought her. No one would dare come closer to the witch of The Oak, not when she still stares at anyone like that. She finally looked away and I sighed with relief. I took another glance at the chamber. It was an unusual sce
It took two days before I set my eyes on Angus again. I was sleeping in the chamber when I heard a low whistle behind me. I knew it was Sullivan. Immediately, I rose to my feet and crept out of the room.Walking into Angus' room, I paused on my feet, looking around the dark room until I sighted him standing by the wall. Breathing in, I walked closer to him until I was standing before him, our gazes locked together. I looked into his blue eyes and I wondered how I meant nothing to him. How could I have been no one?My eyes watered and I cast down my gaze. He raised his hand and his thumb wiped the lone tear that fell to my cheek, his fingers grazing my jaw. "How do you do, my dear?", he asked and I placed my hand on his chest, my gaze fixed on his chest. "How do I do? How have I been? I am the wind that flew by, the sunrise and the sunset. I am the morning dew. I am the dust beneath your feet, I am the beat of your heart ", I looked at him, a bitter smile on my face."I'm always wi
I pushed open the door to the slave chamber, my heart still racing from the events that had just transpired. The girls were crowded around a group of girls boxing, their cheers and shouts filling the air. But I couldn't care less about the spectacle. I made my way to my space, my mind reeling with thoughts of Angus and Mikael.As I sat down, I couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust and fear that had settled in my stomach. Mikael's suggestion that Angus had shared women with him before had left me feeling sick. The thought of being intimate with him was unbearable. I knew I had no control over my fate, and the possibility of being forced into such a situation was terrifying.I buried my face in my hands, trying to process my emotions. How could Angus even consider such a thing? Did he not care about my feelings or well-being? I thought about the way he had shielded me from Mikael's gaze, the way he had spoken to me with such tenderness. But now, I wondered if it was all just a facad