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The next morning I woke up and searched the truck for my clothes, but I didn’t find anything. I went into the office to ask Kwaku about my clothes, and he was eating. He said they had brought some food for me if I wanted to eat. I did feel a little hungry so I ate the slave food, and drank my bottle of water.
He laughing said “dose a slave need clothing”, and I happily said no. I told him I needed to show my slave body, and he encouraged me to show the guard my slave body. The guard watched me and had a good laugh, and I heard him say it’s really starting to take effect.
Kwaku gave me another bottle of water to take with us, and he a couple of bottles. We went out and got in the truck, I had forgotten about my clothes, and we started for home. Kwaku kept telling me what a nice slave body I had, and I should show it to Ayitey. I agreed and said that would be the first thing I would do when we got back.
Kwaku kept praising me for being such a strong and hardworking slave, saying Ayitey would be proud of me. Kwaku kept telling me to drink water, so I could have a healthy slave body. He said I had to look perfect when I showed my slave body to everyone. I was getting so excited thinking about showing my slave body to Ayitey and the other slaves.
When we finally reach the mine Kwaku drove to the elevator, and he told me to hurry down to Ayitey. I got on the elevator without Kwaku, and when I reached the bottom I saw the food servers. I saw Ayitey and the other slaves eating, so I started yelling “look at my slave body”. I rushed over to Ayitey and hugged him, then showed him my slave brand.
I had caught them all by surprise with my enthusiastic show, and excitement about being a slave. Ayitey finally grabbed hold of me and pulled me down beside him, trying to calm me. He knew about the drugs used before preparing a slave, and realized what was wrong with me. Soon all the other slaves were standing around looking me over.
Kwaku had followed me down later on the elevator, and was enjoying the show I was putting on. He had sent word to Araway that I was back, and a little messed up. Araway came as quick as he could, and had caught part of my performance. In the meantime Ayitey had gotten more food, and was holding my shaking body while he fed me.
As soon as Ayitey was through, Araway took hold of me and took me to the infirmary. The doctor knew what was wrong, and said I would be fine as soon as the drugs wore off. He told Araway the drugs were used as part of processing a slave, and that some owners used them to control their slaves. He said a certain amount of the drug makes a slave docile and cooperative, but too large a dose and you see what happens.
Araway really went after Kwaku for taking me to the pit, but he told Araway I had insisted on seeing Ayitey. He said he was going to bring Ayitey up to the truck, but when the truck stopped I jumped out and on the elevator before he could stop me. Kwaku told Araway that was the way I was acting, at the auction compound, when I refused to come back with him before.
When Araway ask me if what Kwaku said was true, even though I couldn’t remember everything, I told him it was true. Araway said he was sorry for doubting him, but that he had been upset with my actions. He told Kwaku he was glad, because he need his foreman and righ hand man.
Araway sent for his main maintenance man, to see about getting the slave hardware off me. When he arrived he took one look, and told Araway he didn’t want to try. He said it would require someone who was really good with a cutting torch. He pointed out that everything was welded like in the past, and was much harder to remove. He suggested I be taken to the blacksmith in town, that he was familiar with cutting torches.