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I stood and watched Ayitey working in the pit, and then I heard Araway yell it’s time to go. I hopped in the truck and we drove home. Orsty was working in the kitchen, so I went in to see what he was preparing. I then went to my room to clean up for our evening meal.
While having our usual mealtime chat, Orsty ask if I could help him with the garden the next day. I told him I would be glad to help, and I spent the next two days working in the garden.
That last evening when Araway came home, he told me he had a surprise. He told me Dauda had invited me to his next auction, that he was impressed with my interest the last time. He said I was to be given a tour of the compound and all it’s facilities. I would be allowed to watch the processing procedures getting the slaves ready for the auction. Araway ask if I was interested in going, and that it would be in a couple of days. I told him sure I want to go, that I would love seeing everything.
I knew Kwaku must be behind the invitation, and had to give him credit for a brilliant idea. Araway told me Kwaku would be taking me, but since I would be there for a couple of days, he would come and get me after the auction.
That morning I was up early and ready to go by six o’clock, and right on time Kwaku drove up. I ran out and hopped in the truck, thank Kwaku for his brilliant idea. He said I could spend more time with him in return. It was a rough bumpy ride, so we didn’t do much talking.
After driving for 4 hours we arrived at the auction compound, and parked just inside the gate. I got out of the truck, and Kwaku told me to strip completely naked and put my clothes in the truck. We were parked about 30 yards from Dauda’s office, and it was embarrassing walking there naked.
Kwaku opened the door and we entered, and saw a man behind a desk. Kwaku ask him if he could see Dauda, but the man told him Dauda was not there. He told Kwaku that Dauda wouln’t be back for two or three hours.
Kwaku told the man he couldn’t wait that long, and ask if he could leave his white slave. The man told him yes, that they knew about a white slave that was to be auctioned. He said they had been give instructions to put the white slave in a separate cage, and to follow the special processing procedures listed.
Kwaku said fine and headed to the door, but the man behind the desk stopped him. He wanted Kwaku to wait until he had the slave bound, so he tied my hands behind my back and tied a rope leash around my neck. When that was done Kwaku hurried out the door and drove away.
I was left standing there, but the man told me he would take me to the cages as soon as possible. The door opened and another man came in, he looked at me and said I see the white slave is here. The man behind the desk said yes and you can save me a trip. He told the other man that since he was headed toward the cages he could take me with him.
The second man took hold of my leash, and the man behind the desk told him to put me in a separate cage. The man holding my leash then took me to the cages. There were two large cages full of men, and I saw a small cage with Dauda’s dogs.
There was a man throwing straw in one of the cages, and telling the slaves to spread it around. The man holding my leash told the other man he had the white slave. He ask where the separate cage was, and the other man yelled at him telling him there was no separate cage. He was upset because a new cage had not been delivered the day before, but was due tomorrow.
He told the man holding my leash, to just put him in whichever cage has the fewest slaves. The man holding my leash started counting the number of slaves in each cage. He said he counted 15 slaves in cage one, and had counted 10 slaves in cage two. So he was told to put me in cage two.
The rope was removed from around my neck and my hands were freed, and I was then placed in cage two. The smell was overpowering; with the smell of 10 naked and sweaty body’s, and the smell of the toilet facilities at the back of the cage.
The toilet facilities consisted of a long box with 5 toilet seats, and surprisingly they had toilet paper. There was a stream that ran under the toilet box, and washed away the waste to a holding pit.
About 2 hours before dusk we were brought food to eat, and it was the same food I had eaten at lunch at the mine. The tast wasn’t as good, so I guess Araway has better cooks. In spite of that and the smell around me, I was able to eat every bite.
At dusk a dim light came on over the cages, and we were told to sleep. I thought there was no way I could sleep, and that I would be awake all night. I was forced to lay down between 2 slaves, with my feet touching anothers head and a slave’s feet at my head. I started to feel drowsy and fell asleep watching the last of the twilight.