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I had long had a fascination with slavery, reading the history of slavery in Africa, and seeing the illustrations. Have always found the illustrations of naked or half naked slaves bound and chained. Seeing them being marched in line to the slave markets, I have always wondered how that felt.

I had read an artical about some of the African countries, where this practice still goes on. I decide I would chose one of these countries to visit, so I got to reading everything I could find on the countries listed. I finally decided on one that was large, and still had dense jungles. There stories about rumors of slavers taking young men as slaves, and selling them in a slave market

I traveled to that country, and wandered around trying to find some information about slavery. But since I was a stranger and white, I heard virtually nothing about slavery in the country. I finallly came across someone, willing to talk with me about slavery.

The man was Chief of a moderate size village, of some eight thousand inhabitants. I was out walking around the village, and stopped at a bar and restaurant. I struck up conversations with some of the people there, and would buy them drinks. Then during our conversations, I would bring up my fascination with slave history. I would ask about sites pertaining to slave history in the country. I would ask where I could get pictures of these historical slave sites.

While I was talking with a couple of men, I noticed a large older man, listing to our conversations. I approached him and ask him if he knew much about the salve history of the country. I bought him a drink and sat down hoping he would talk with me. He said he knew a lot about the slavery in the country, both old and new. I ask what he ment when he said and new. He said it was a profitable business even now, that money was still being made from slaery. I acted dumb, and said I thought it was against the law, he said but the law makes its money from slavery.

He proceeded to tell me that may government officials, had a part in slavery. He said everyone knows it goes on, but no one complains. He then proceeded to tell me, that he and his brother, along with his son, had s very profitable business selling slaves. My comment was, that sounds fascinating, and I told him I had always been interested in slave history.

I ask him more about his slave busiess, and he was very open about it and how they worked. His brother went around procuring slaves, and once they a good number, they were taken to a slave market run by the Chief’s son. I ask where the market was, and could I go there for a visit. He said it was two days away, and no roads. It is a footpath through the jungle to the edge of te desert. The market sells the slaves to Arabs, and.others who need workers.

I told him I had fantasies about being captured by slavers, and marched to a slave market for sale. He just laughed, and said that was a crazy fantasy. I agreed with him, but said that had always been my fantasy. While we were talking his brother came in, and we were introduced. The Chief excused himself and went to talk with his brother.

The nex day I returned.to the same bar, hoping to run into the Chief again. I hadn’t been there long when the Chief’s brother showed up. He saw me and came over to say hi, and I invited.him to sit down, which he did. He said his bother had told him about my fantasy, and that I was into African slave history.

He ask me if I really wanted to make such a trip for real, and be treated like slave. I told him that had always been one of my fantasies, but didn’t really visualize myself doing that. He told me he was taking a group of slaves to the market, and that it was a two day trip. He said he would take as one of the slaves if I wished. I just sat there thinking about it, but was afraid it would be too much to handle. As the Chief’s brother got up to leave, I shouted out I’ll go, and everyone was starting at me, I didn’t realize how loud I had shouted. The brother looked at me and laughed,, and said.I had just announced my plans to the whole room. I was embarrassed, and I left with the Chiefs brother.

He ask where I was going now, and if I had plans made. I told him I had no plans, and was just heading back to the hote. He said in that case why did I go with him, and he would get me ready for the journey. I followed him to a warehouse like building, and what I saw was hard to believe. There large cages arranged in three lines the length of the building. He took.me over to one of the cages, where I could get a better look. The cage held.a number of young black men, and they were all naked. He said they keep them naked beside toilet needs.

The smell of urina was very strong, and it looked like there were buckets.of it the cage. We walked the first row of cages, and it was the same story in each cage. He took me to a small room off to the side, and had me strip. He had me stand still while he looked me over, and finally said, I think you could make journey alright. He the said let’s get you ready, and he locked a collar around my neck, then told me to follow him. We walked down the third row of cages, and hoped he didn’t want me to get in one. The last cage was empty, with fresh straw and a clean bucket, he took s key off the wall and opened the cage, he told me to get plenty of rest tonight. He then brought water and put the water in a metall pan on the side of the cage. He then left and said he would see me in the morning.

I just lay down on the dtrsw, and thought about the net day. It had started to get dark ouside, and they turned the lights out. I lay back on my back, looking at the sky I could see throug the open vent. I fell asleep , and was awaken by the door being open, j just lay ther being quiet in the dark. I saws man standing.at the door, and I figured he was there to check on me. The next thing I saw was two other men standing at the door, then I heard the door shut and lock. That’s when I realized there were two black men in the cage with me.

They hadn’t notice me at first, but when they did they ask my name, and if I was a white man. I told them my name, and that I white. They told me their names and sat down. One of them told the other, that they should get to sleep, because tomorrow would be ruff, so we went to sleep.

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