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My fourth day as a slave at the mine, started as usual getting up, getting ready for breakfast, and then getting our work tools. Then I always enjoy Kwaku giving us a pep talk, then giving orders for the day. It’s nice to see him enjoying things, like being in charge, and having his Mother there with him

I can’t say I’m completely comfortable being naked around Kwaku’s Mother, but I’m a lot more relaxed, and don’t think as much about being naked. She is always very motherly when she gets with me, always asking if I’m doing ok. She even lookes in my ears to see if there clean, and that no insects have made there way into my ears. She is always checking our hair, to make sure we don’t any infestations.

Every evening she is allowed down in the pit for our meal time, and the Foreman has Kwaku fully dressed for the occasion. Dauda and I are the two naked members of the evening meal. I ask Dauda if it bothered him, and he said no, that he would prefer being naked all the time. He said he didn’t want to get used to wearing clothes, then have to go back to being naked. I had to agree with him, if I were a true slave, I wouldn’t want to be teased in that way, I think it would make it hard a true slave, to have clothes on for a short time, and then be forced to get naked again.

We worked all morning until our lunch break, then went to the shed to eat. We talked with the Foreman, or I should say Kwaku and Dauda talked with the Foreman. He ignores me most of the time, but he does reach over and pat me on the shoulder from time to time. It reminds me of petting a dog, that’s present when people are talking. I made the mistake of letting Kwaku and Dauda, know what I was thinking. Dauda started laughing, and said the Foreman’s just comforting the dumb animal. Kwaku didn’t laugh, but he had a big grin on his face.

We went back to work for the rest of the day, and Kwaku would through it up to me about being a dumb slave, who needed a strong body to survive. Of course this ment I did all the shoveling, but what they didn’t know, was that’s what I liked doing. I liked feeling the strength growing in my arms and shoulders.

When we had finished the days work, Kwaku and I went for my training session and workout. Kwaku commented on my strength, and the fact I was doing much better against him. I just laughed, but didn’t say anything.

Dauda and the guard joined Kwaku and I, and the guard gave the three of us our hose shower. Dauda and I just dripped dry, while Kwaku was give a towel. Once Kwaku was dry, the guard gave him clothes to wear. We then went to the dinning table, and took our seats. The Foreman came down with our food, and was accompanied by Kwaku’s Mother. We all set there talking and eating, but of course the Foreman, the guard, and Kwaku’s Mother had eaten before coming down in the pit.

Once again I played the dumb slave, and only talked when ask a question. Kwaku had told his Mother, that it was our way of keeping the Foreman from asking me a lot about my previous life. So when the Foreman patted me on the shoulder, Kwaku’s Mother would always say the poor boy.

We talked until time to get ready for the night, and the Foreman and Kwaku’s Mother would return topside. The guard would then take Dauda and I to the slave quarters, and Kwaku would follow after leaving his clothes on the table.

Once we were in the slave’s quarters, Dauda and I lay down on our mattress, and the guard chained our ankles to the floor. .Kwaku was allowed to be free from being chained for the night. After the guard locked the gate to the slave quarters and left. The the three of us could talk freely, and discuss things about the day. This was the way we always fell asleep.