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It’s now the second day of my second week, working as a slave. So far the Foreman and guard, have bought my act of being a mentally challenged slave. This has kept them from asking questions about my past, that could blow my cover.

We were up early for breakfast, and got a early start on our job. We retrieved our picks and shovel from the guard, and started work. At first we all started out using the picks, but once we had a good pile of ore, I took the shovel and loaded the ore cart. Not sure if I have mentioned it before, but after filling the ore cart, I have to take it to the elevator. Then it’s back to using the pick, until we have another good pile of ore.

We worked this way until lunchtime, it was nice to sit down while we ate. Once we had finished eating, it was time for our visit to the toilet, then back to excavating the ore. This went on for the next five hours, before our work day was over.

Kwaku and I then went to hose off, before we started my training. Dauda helped the guard put our tooles in the shed, after that he can rest, until Kwaku and I are finished. Once we are finished, Dauda and the guard joins us, and the guard gives us a hose shower.

We then go to the shed, and take our places at the table. Shortly the Foreman brings our food down, and checks our work progress. The guard pointed out how much we had accomplished, and the amount of ore that had been extracted. We then listened to the Foreman’s pep talk, and enjoyed his praises. I know it’s just his way of getting us to work hard, by complementing us on our work and results, But I still like being told that my hard work was appreciated.

Once the Foreman had left, the guard took us back to the slave’s quarters, so we could get ready for bed. Once we had finished our toiletries and cleaned up, it was time to lay down. Dauda and I lay on our mattresses, so the guard could chain our legs to the floor. Kwaku is always watching us, with a big smile on his Facebook. It’s his way of rubbing in the fact, that he dosen’t get chained down.

Once the guard is through with us, he leaves locking the gate and turning out the light. This is whene the tree of us get started on our nightly conversation. We talked about our work day, the food, and the actions of the Foreman. I have to admit I was really getting sleepy, and not really interested in doing much talking. So I’m not sure who fell asleep first, and it could have been me.