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Well, it’s Monday, and the beginning of my second week working as a slave. I have really gotten into the feeling, and I enjoy seeing the work I have accomplished. I guess you could call it taking pride in my work, and I do like to do my best.

We were up early, before the guard came to unlock the gate. I guess we were feeling refreshed, after our day off from work. Once Dauda and I were unchained, we quickly did our toiletries, and headed to the shed. We sat down and waited for our food to be delivered, which didn’t take long.

The Forman told us he wanted to get a good start this week, and hoped we could be finished with the job by the end of the week. He said hopefully, we wouldn’t have to go into a third week. But he said there seemed to be more ore than he first calculated, and that it was possible we might have to start a third week.

Kwaku spoke up, and said he hoped not, that he was looking foreword to spending more time with his Mother. Dauda and I didn’t say anything, I don’t think it really mattered to Dauda, and I know it didn’t bother me. I had come to enjoy my time with two of my best friends.

We finished our breakfast, the went back to our quarters to get ready to work. We followed the guard and received our working tools. We went to where we had left off Saturday, and continued working on the vane of ore. I have to admit we were really getting the ore out of that vane. The guard commented on how quickly the ore was building up, that’s when Kwaku told me to get the shovel. I didn’t say anything, I just got the shovel and started filling the ore cart.

We wiorked this way until lunchtime, and headed to the shed. The Foreman ask the guard how things were going, and he informed the Foreman that we were exceeding his expectations. The Foreman said he was glad to hear that, and hoped that ment we could leave Sunday.

After our lunch we went back to work, feeling a little proud of our accomplishment. I know it was keeping me busy trying to keep up with loading the carts. I.was having to do double duty, as soon as I got the cart filled, I had to get back digging with the pick. It went on like this all afternoon, and when time came to quit, I still had to finish loading the last cart.

Kwaku said he was proud of me, but that I still had to endure my training session. We went over and hosed off, then Kwaku and I started my training session. My muscles were a little tight, but they loosened up as we did our wrestling. I was still a little sore after we finished with my training.

The guard showed up with Dauda, and the three of us was hosed down by the guard. We then went and got ready for our evening meal. Once at the table, the Foreman brought our food down. He sat down across from us, and started giving us a pep talk, and telling us how pleased he was with our work. Even though I knew it was to make us feel good, so that we would work harder, I still enjoyed hearing his praise.

Once we had finished, and the Foreman had left, the guard took us back to the slave quarters. He did our toiletries and cleaned up, then Dauda and I lay down on our mattresses. The guard then chained our ankles to the floor, while Kwaku watch with a smile on his face.

Once the guard was finished, he slapped Kwaku on the shoulder, and said have a goodnight. He then left locking the gate, and turning out the lite. This was our siganl to start our nightly conversation. We talked about all the work we had accomplished that day, and wondered how much time it would take to finish. We talked about getting back to Araway’s, and seeing the others.

We talked until one of us would fall asleep, and it always seemed to be Dauda. And on this night it was no different, I looked over when he didn’t answer, and he was asleep. I told Mwaku goodnight and lay back on my mattress.,