"Master William was here, yesterday." My dear mother said with a gentle smile. I did not wish to speak of him. I just sighed..
"What's wrong Nashe?"
"I want to go back home.." I immediately burst out crying. I had been holding it in for so long that being with my mother.. just made me show my vulnerability out in the open.
"It's not easy out here in the field, my child." She rubbing soft circles behind my back. I knew why she was happy for me... My two brothers had been sold off when they were only sixteen and we hadn't seen them in over eight years. That hurt my mother deeply, we had no communication with them.. infact we did not know if they were still with the living.
"I know but—"
"No but's, this is what's best for you. I had to serve Master William's father and it did me good. My husband was treated better and so were my kids. Well atleast a tad bit better.."
I was absolutely taken aback but then it all made sense how my mother had to spend the night else where and—My brothers!"Stephan and George were his kids weren't they?" I gasped my mother only nodded.
"Master William's father must know where they are then?"
"He was disgusted that's why he threw me out of the house and made me work in the field. He sold them because he never wanted to see them again..."
I felt absolutely stupefied, how did I never notice that my two older brothers were of fair skin and their hair was— my mom always made them cut it all off. I suppose she didn't want to draw attention towards them. Above all Master William's father seemed like the devil, I had never spoken to him but I heard of the things he did.. the gruesome beatings he gave, the torturous punishments..
"Did dad...?"
My mother nodded. My late father must have been bellowing in his grave."..he couldn't do anything about it. That's how it is.. if the Master wants you there is no way of going about it."
"Do you still see him..?""Who?" She questioned.
"Master Gallagher the 1st.."
"Occasionally.."
"Do you like it?" I questioned and this made her laugh. "Stop with the stupid questions dear."
I felt guilty.
"You said Master William was here yesterday?" I changed the subject.
"Yes, apparently rumor has it. He wants to permanently buy you off from his father."
There goes my life.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing.. I just don't like being deceitful, I can't keep this up for the rest of my life like you have. I just always thought.. I had a better purpose.. this is all just a cycle." I paused for a bit. "Do you think God will ever forgive us for this infidelity?"
"If God exists.. my question is why would he give us a life like this?"
"Mother, please here you go again with your negative thoughts!"
"I feel they created a 'God' so we slaves could have something to live for especially when we need hope by our side. If that's not the case maybe this God is for white people."
I kept quiet. My mother had always been a very outspoken person. Ever since my father passed on it had just been the two of us and some other older slaves whom I referred to as uncle's, aunts and cousins even though we weren't related in the slightest bit. You find family in the people you see and converse with everyday.
"Has Master William asked you to go down on him?"
Did I mention my mother was a bit of a drinker? well I just did.
"What's that?"
"To put his... in your mouth.."
"Mother please that's disgusting."
"I'm your mother, you can talk to me about anything. I'm most overjoyed that we haven't been separated, it would have killed me if you were sold off far away up west.." The USA..
I hadn't thought of it that way. Obviously Master William's father ran an auction once every year and he would have likely sold me off even to an owner from another country."No.. he hasn't asked that of me and I pray he never does.."
"Is he rough with you?"
I shook my head."You're very lucky!" She gave me a small smile.
"Are those marks on your back from..."
She nodded.
"Why?!" I questioned yet again.
"I suppose that's how he has always liked it. For the other parts it was punishment.. after his wife found out and after I got pregnant."
Getting Pregnant.. my worst fear.
I gulped down a daunted feeling. I would never be able to see Master William's father the same. He sexually and physically abused my mother. What was I expecting? The first time, I met him.. he kicked me to the ground.."As long as I don't look at him or touch him. On the most part.. he is somewhat gentle." I replied, at this point. I knew how good I had it or maybe it just hadn't come to the worst. I wasn't going to mention to my mother that he kissed me and that he allowed me to touch him. I wouldn't—
I was even more disgusted with myself and the things, he made me do.The things he made me feel. I was disgusted because when he didn't come, my core throbbed for his touch and for him to fill me up. I would never tell my mother this. I was ashamed and I hated myself for it. I walked home, it allowed me to think and just to be by myself. I was grateful that I was allowed to spend a bit of time with my mother every Sunday after church at the ranch. There was a pastor, Mr. Richardson. He was very nice, he wedded black people as well.
At church the white would seat on their side and the slaves on their side. Slaves from other ranches, plantations would be able to meet and converse. Slave owners thought this was a good thing so their slaves could mate like animals and they would have an addition to their slaves which meant money. I was happy I had not seen Elliot, I wouldn't be able to face him knowing exactly what I went up to with my Master. I hated myself for it. I felt like the dirtiest harlot there is.
Dear Hector.I could have sworn yesterday, just yesterday... we were together as he helped me write to you. The thought of it all fills my eyes with tears. Thank you for the letter you sent forth of your condolences, I must apologize that I did not reply almost immediately. I thank you for all your well wishes, I know if you could... you would have been here. My apologies yet again for replying only a year and a half later. I needed time, to re-evaluate everything, my life without him; well what's left of it. I needed to calm myself as I could not believe he was really gone. The last thirty-three years have been an unforgettable journey. I've had to restart this letter many times. Each time, I write and start to reminisce tears soak in the poor sheet. My heart feels heavy with hurt, I feel alone even when surrounded by all these wonderful people who care for me. I miss him every single day, his cologne, his smile, his—everything.I can not explain my sorrow and need to be with him. M
Good morrow.First off, do you understand the awkward position you're putting me in? William is writing on my behalf. I speak, he writes. I will learn soon enough, I will get better at writing but I can not bare having a horridly amateur written letter travel all the way to France to my dearest friend. You deserve the best there is and that is my husband's rather stunning handwriting.(Ps. It's William, how are you Hector? She doesn't know I wrote this part.)William and I are expecting, that is how I bribed him into hand writing my letter for me while I sat back and simply talked. The baby could be here anytime now, perhaps a day? A week? Who knows it's nine months already... with Christian you remember how he came early. I still can not fathom that I will go through with this again? I cried like a little child during Christian's birth. I'm only hopeful that this one goes just as smoothly. Besides, the perks of having a lifelong partner who happens to be a doctor could make it somewh
Bonjour madameI'm well aware that you were not expecting this but here, I am to inform you that I'm alive living in Lyon and still as faggot as could be. (dear lord Jesus I pray this does not fall in the wrong hands). If it does, I repeat... I Hector, I'm alive, well; learnt a bit of French and as homophile as could be. You, my dear friend probably assumed I'd be quick to forget you? I'd never, we've been through so much together. The past eight years of sorrows although I must admit when we first spoke, I should not have told you to hang yourself. In my defense... I was jealous because I was not the one William Gallagher was swooning over. My, asking you to hang yourself... that was very malicious. Especially in your state of pregnancy with my godson. I truly regret and take back my words when I stumble upon that memory in my thoughts.How I miss, England... France is stupendous, the French language is just comely very difficult but how I miss being around people who actually unders
"...uh William?""Yes darlin, I'm here." He said snuggling closer and enveloping her with his large arms. She fit perfectly."Where's my mother?" She asked.This caught William off guard, he had not expected her to ask of her as soon as she woke up. He did not want her to stress over pointless issues such as Doris but being fair, Doris was her mother and she had every right to know.He knew Panashe always always took her mother back no matter what, he was very much fearful of her asking for her mother. With her expecting there was no telling whether she would be happy or fuming."I—""You did what?""I've made a decision and from here on she will reside at a different plantation..""The Cunningham ranch?" She asked, that was the only ranch that was closer to theirs. William took his time replying... "She is better off far from here.""Where?""In another city far away from us? See what she did that was unforgivable! She wanted to take her life on my mother's porch, Doris is mental and
"If you dare take a step in my father's home, Doris!""I'm coming inside be it you like it or not. That is my daughter and and—" Doris stuttered, grieving fear that her daughter could die settled in. Her face went stale with fear... desperate to see to her daughter's needs. "I love her so much, I miss her dearly. You can not possibly be as vile as to leave me here. I gave birth to her, she is my little girl and I can't bare you manipulating her into being a white mans whore."With that, William had bottled up enough. His hand had been itching to do the unthinkable. He was worried for Panashe and here again he has to continue dealing with Doris. He wondered just how long he would have to deal with her.Everything had been going well until she came with her tantrums. Panashe was doing well until her mother came like the devil she is waiting to take away her happiness."Master William, she is heating up..." One of the maids who had been at Panashe's care told him.His heart dropped, he w
As they sat on the balcony enjoying the sun that rarely ever came out in England.Panashe had made lunch, it gave her an opportunity to treat the kitchen stuff with some human decency such as giving them a break or some days off.They saw Ralph Gallagher arriving from his date, the sixteen year old seemed aflamed, a visible grin on his face. Panashe could only hope that all had went well with Sandy.Liam had wanted to prove to his half brothers that negroes were normal people just like them, in doing so... he invited Ralph and Chester to meet Panashe.It had taken weeks to get acquainted and used to each other but with Panashe being very likable and accommodating... it was easy for Ralph and Chester to see why Liam loved her and could not blabbering about his childhood memories."Teenagers are gross!" Chester said to Liam who agreed with a chuckle and a look of disgust. Christian and Addie only seemed confused as they ate their food."He will probably talk about Sandy Hemings for an h