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The same day Kwaku left the mine at eight o’clock for the drive to the auction compound. It took him about four hours, and he arrived at lunch time. He went to the office to talk with Dauda, and was invited to lunch. Dauda looked around and ask Kwaku if his friend had backed out. Kwaku said no, I brought him yesterday as planed and left him with your man. Dauda told Kwaku he hadn’t been there all day the day before, and no one had told him I had been brought in. He told Kwaku I was’t scheduled for delivery until today, and that the auction is tomorrow not today.
Dauda ask his office worker about the white slave, and he told Dauda that I had been taken to a separate cage for special processing. Dauda and Kwaku went for lunch, and worked things out about the next day’s auction.
Dauda said they should be about ready to process me, and wanted to know if Kwaku was interested. Kwaku said he would enjoy seeing me humiliated in front of them. They walked down to the cages, and Dauda took Kwaku over to look at his dogs. Dauda then went and looked at the new cage being assembled. That’s when he wondered wher I had been put.
He ask his worker, who was in charge of taking care of the cages, where he had put the white slave. He told Dauda he though I had been put in cage 2, since they didn’t have a spare cage. He told Dauda if I was in that cage, I would be really doped up. That the slaves had just eaten lunch, and that was our third drugged meal.
They came over to cage 2, and Kwaku yelled for me. I heard him and staggered to the cage door. I slurringly ask Master Kwaku how he was, and said hello to Dauda. I happily said I’m a real slave now, no hair and stepped back so they could see my hairless body. I then turned around so they could see my slave brand.
Kwaku told Dauda I was really out of it, and that he and I would have some explaining to do when we got back. Dauda said maybe he should take me back with him, but I protest and said I wouldn’t go. I told them I was staying for the auction, that I was a real slave now and wanted to be sold. Kwaku told Dauda he would come back the next day and pick me up, that I was in no shape to travel.