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As usual my fifth day as a slave, started out as usual. Things followed the same everyday pattern . Working taking breaks for meals, and working out with Kwaku at the end of the workday.

The only real difference was our evening meal, when the Foreman and guard joined us at our evening meal. And having the presence of Kwaku’s Mother, and seeing Kwaku dressed in clothes.

This evening seemed to be a very joyful one for Kwaku’s Mother. She was in very high spirits, saying it was like she had found a whole new family. She commented on mine and Kwaku’s relationship, and said it was as if we were brothers. She said everyone had been so loving and kind to her, since she’d had been there.

She surprised me, by getting up and coming over and sitting beside me. At this point, my being naked did bother me, but I tried to act normal. Then she leaned over and hugged me, saying I triggered her motherly instincts. Kwaku laughed, and said she’s always been that way with all the homeless or motherless children of the village.

Kwaku looked at me and said, I might as well accept the fact that I was now one of her adopted children. He said you’re older than most, but she sinces a need in you. By now I was totally embarrassed, and didn’t know what to say. Instead of saying anything, I just grabbed her and hugged her back. I got emotional and started to cry, which was embarrassing, so I got up and ran away. Kwaku quickly followed me, and gave me a big hug, then called me brother. This only made me cry more, and I could see the others at the table watching.

Kwaku took me back to the table, and sat me down between he and his mother. Kwaku continued to hold me, until I had commend down. I heard the Foreman say he probably never had a loving mother, because he wasn’t a brite chiled. I just sat there with both Kwaku and his Mother holding me.

Well all the excitement had ended, and the Foreman said it would be a good time to end the day. So he took Kwaku’s Mother back to the top, and the guard took Dauda and I to the slave quarters. I little bit later Kwaku showed up, but it seemed to take him longer to remove his clothes and join us. By the time he entered the slave quarters, the guard had Dauda and I chained to the floor.

The guard just slapped Kwaku on the shoulder, and left locking the gate. I looked at Kwaku and he looked different, that’s when I noticed it looked like he had been crying. At about this time the light was turned out, and only the small dim light was visible.

We started our usual talking, before going to sleep. Due to the excitement I was not as sleepy as usual, and it seemed to effect Kwaku that way as well. Dauda was the first to fall asleep, and when he did, I ask Kwaku if he had been crying. He told me that he hadn’t been crying, but that he was charged up from all that had happened. I didn’t push it, I just lay back and fell asleep.