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The three of us spent a very restful night in the mining pit. The guard awakened us that first morning, telling us to hurry and get cleaned up for our breakfast. Having been processed as slaves, we no longer had facial hair that had to be shaved. Our hair was kept cut less than a inch on our heads, so there was no need of combing our hair. This made our getting ready very easy, not having to go through those activities.

We went to the eating shed and sat at the large table, such a large table, but only three slaves at the table. The Forman brought our food and water down, and he sat down across from us. He explained the rules and regulations we were to follow, and said he wouldn’t tolerate any actions that went agains his orders or demands. We acknowledge his requirements, and he then got up from the table.

When Kwaku had finished eating, the Foreman took him by the shoulder, and led him a short distance away. I could see the Foreman talking with Kwaku, and both men had smiles on their faces. I saw both of them laughing a couple of times, and when the Foreman was through talking with Kwaku, the two of them hugged eachother.

Kwaku told Dauda and I, that the Foreman was from the same village as Kwaku. He said he would tell us the whole story at our linch break.

The guard told us it was time to get started on our jobs, so we followed him to our work area. We were give our picks and shovels, and told to start removing the ore. At first we all three used our picks, then I was elected to do the shoveling. I just laughed, and picked up the shovel, and started loading the ore cart. We worked this way all morning, and we were very glad when lunchtime came.

We went to the shed and sat at the table, waiting on our food. The Foreman came down with our food, and sat at the table with us. Then he proceeded to tell about his relationship with Kwaku. They were from the same village, and that Kwaku was a few years older. But he said he remembered Kwaku, because of what their Chiefton had done to Kwaku. He had Kwaku sold into slavery, so he could marry Kwaku’s lover.

He explained the old Chief has less than a year to live, and the villagers will then go to the courts and get Kwaku released from slavery. A delegation from the village, along with Kwaku’s mother will present the true story of Kwaku’s slavery, and pay the fees to get things worked out. They also have the money to pay Kwaku’s presen owner, for Kwaku’s release.

We went back to work for the rest of the day, and then Kwaku and I did our training workout. The Forman decided to watch us, and see how well Kwaku was training me. He told Kwaku he was really empressed with my performance, and with Kwaku’s training abilities. He said he could remember seeing Kwaku training to box, but didn’t remember his wrestling.

Once we were through with our workout session, Dauda joined us for our hose shower. The Forman’s really got his fun blasting us in the groan area. Once we had finished with showering, we went to the shed to eat.

Once we had finished eating, we were taken to the slave’s quarters, where we got ready for the night. The guard had us lay on our mattress, and then he chained our ankles to the floor.

We did lay there for a short time, talking about how the day went. But little by little we started falling asleep.