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I won’t reveal which African country this took place in, but they still have slavery even today.

I was visiting in the country, and rented a small boat, it had a sleeping area, a galley, so I could live on it while traveling the waterways. I had been here a few weeks, and finally made a long river trip. I went up one of the smaller rivers, that was predominantly in the denser jungle regions.

I had pulled into a small primative village, that saw very few visitors, and I was one of only three white men who had visited the village. I went in to the village, and looked around, and bought some food stuffs, and native souvenirs. I returned to my boat for the night.

The next day I visited the village again, and found a few people who spoke some English. I ask them bout other visitors, and what people did in the village for a living. They informed me they farmed, and supplied expeditions that came through their village. I ask what kind of expeditions came through their village, and they said slave merchants. I said I thought that was against the law, but they said not in some areas.

They told me there was a slave expedition in the village now. I told them I would like to see the slave expedition. They took me to the edge of the village, where the caravan was camped. I met the leader, who was a large muscular black man, and ask him all about how they were able to carry on their business. He said they bought young men in poor villages, and took them to a slave market which was just a days March away.

I ask him who bought these slaves, and he said mine owners, some farmers, and some wealthy Arabs. I ask him how ruff is the trip to the slave market, and he said the hard part was behind them, and that the days journey ahead was quite easy.

I had always fantasized about being captured, and sold as a slave. I ask him if I could join his caravan like one of the slaves, just to see what it would be like. He laughed and said I don’t think you know what your talking about. He ask if I really wanted to make the trip like one of the slaves, and I said yes I would.

He then had me strip naked, chained my wrist together, and put a chain around my neck, and chained me to the slave ahead of me. We then started our March to the slave market, and I started to wish I had shoes on my feet. We marched for hours before stopping, we were fed, and I had no choice but to eat. The guard didn’t speak English, and he forced me to eat, and I was starting to see that a slaves life was more than I had given thought to. After eating and drinking some water, we were told piss before we started again.

Once on our way again we marched through some dinse jungle, and through some swampy areas. We even had to cross a small stream, I lost my balance and fell. The next thing I felt was a whip on my back, and the guard at the end of the caravan yelling at me, after a couple more lashes I quickly got up and started walking. I now realized the leader was up front, and this guard at the end had not been informed about my real status.

We marched on for hours, and it was getting late, that soon it would be dark, I was starting to worry about having to walk at night. But then I could smell smoke and the aroma of food cooking. We had arrived at the slave market, and we were taken to a large hut and had our legs chained to the ground. Our neck chaines were removed, but our wrest were kept chained. Food was brought into us, and we were made to eat

I wondered when the leader would come and set me free. I then started to wonder how I would get back to the village, don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before.

Soon the lights were turned out, and we were told to sleep. I didn’t understand what was being said, but when everyone lay down and started to sleep, I realized what had been said. I just lay back waiting for the big guy to come and let me lose.

The next morning I awoke when food was brought for us to eat. I was finally able to find one of the guards who spoke some English, and I ask him where the leader was. He told me he would be back later, that he had gone to see his family.

In the meantime, men were in and out of the building, and they seemed to be looking the slaves over. I even had a couple come over and examine me and laugh. I wasn’t sure what that ment, but it worried me anyway.

Two men came in and chose two slaves, and they were led away. This happened a couple of more times, and the guard who spoke some English, looked at me and said sold. So I now knew those slaves had been sold. Another guard came in with four men, and the guard who spoke English said they need slaves for their farm. He then took two slaves outside to be examined by some men.

The other guard who had brought the four men in esrlier, unchained one slave, and the men tied a rope around his neck. Next he came over to me and unchained my legs, and tied a rope around my neck. I tried.to resist but the four men drug me out, and I was tied with the other slave. When I tried to resist being taken away, I felt the stings of the whip on my back. I finally gave in and went peacefully. We walked for a few hours, and soon we were at a farm.

I was taken to a barn, which is the best description I can come up with. My hand were chained infront of me, about three feet apart, and a chain was put around my neck, I was taken out into a large field, and put to work hoeing the roes and mounding the plants. I did that the rest of the day, and was taken back to the barn and fed, then I was chained for the night. I had to work this way for two more days, and finally on the third day the big guy the leader came and bought me back

I was taken back to the slave market, and I was examined to make sure I was ok, then the leader had me spend the night there at the slave market. The next morning he had one of his guards take me back to the village. He wouldn’t give me anything to wear, so I had to return naked, as I had come.

It was still almost a days journey and I was barefoot, so the trip wasnt easy. This time I wasn’t chained, but the trip was still uncomfortable. I slipped and fell in the swamp, and the guard started yelling at me, and when I fell a second time he hit my ass with a stick while yelling at me.

We finally reached the village late that evening, and the guard handed me over to the village elders. The guard then went to find someplace to spend the night. The elders had one of the women bathe me, and take care of my cuts and scratches. I was given some food to eat, and I fell asleep.

The next morning I was fed again, and then went down to my boat. I gathered up some things I had, that I didn’t need to survive, and took them to the village, and thanked them for their hospitality..

I finally got on board the boat, and remembered to put on some clothes. I made my way back to civilization, and never told anyone about my experience at the slave market.