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I found the mine listed for sale, and read all the details. So I thought I would go check it out, and was intrigued by the use of slave labor.

I secretly bought the mine, then hired a native African to run the mine for me. I intered into a one year contract, with my new manager. We decided to keep the overseer, and the present guard force. The prison system furnishes twentfive slave laborers for the mine, so there would be a problem with my not being a native of the country. On the paperwork with the prison system, my manager is listed as owner.

So I then told my new manager, why I bought the mine, and why I wanted him to be listed as owner. When I told him what I had planned, he thought I was crazy. He didn’t think it was a good idea, and thought it could be dangerous. He finally agreed to go along with my idea, and see how things worked out.

I had secretly been watching the workers in the pit, and their interactions with the guards. The guards roamed around watching the men work, and made sure they didn’t slack on their jobs. The overseer would go around and check on things, and he was incharge of dealing out punishment. All the guards carried whips, and the overseer had a whip and wore a holster with a gun. I watched the activity in the pit, for two weeks, and noticed no problems. I didnt see the whips being used, but did hear some of the guards threatening workers at times.

I then decided it was time to put my plan in action, so I stripped naked, be cause that’s the way the men work in the pit. I had my manager take me down in the pit, and turn me over to the overseer. The manager told the overseer, that I was a new slave laborer. The overseer was surprised, and pointed out I was white, and not a native African.

The manager laughed, and said I know that, but he’s just one the slaves now. The manager left me standing there with the overseer, who looked bewildered. He looked at me, and said let’s get you working. I was taken over to one of the digging areas, and was given a pick to dig with. I was ask my name, so I told the overseer my name was Zac. He then informed the other slave standing there, that Zac would be working with him.

The other worker told me his name was Kofi, and that he would guide me on the job. He ask how a white man had wound up being there as a slave laborer. I told him I didn’t want to talk about it, but to just work in peace. He looked at me, and said you won’t get much peace here. He told me I would be worked hard, and that no one had any kind of comfort.

Kofi put me to work, and made sure I knew how to use the pick. I was familiar with a pick, and knew how it was used, but it still took some getting into the use of the pick. I noticed every little bit, a guard would come and look me over. I’m sure during that day, that all the guards had been there to look me over.

When lunchtime came, Kofi led me to the eating shelter, where we got our food. I had made sure that the slaves would be well fed, so the food was decent, and everone had plenty to eat. Kofi introduced me to all the other slaves, that worked in the pit. They were all amazed, that a white man would be working with them. I wa surprised how friendly they all seemed to be, and how nice they treated eachother..

After lunch it was back to work, and a guard stood there watching me work. He commented, that I seemed to know what I was doing, and that I had better keep up the good work. The guard let the tip of the whip hit the ground, and said doing poor work would be delt with by him. I just nodded my head, and said yes sir, I understand.

I worked this way until evening mealtime, then followed Kofi to the eating shed. Once again the food was good, and I had plenty to eat. I talked with some of the guys, and was trying to get acquainted as much as possible.

We were taken and hosed down, while we washed our bodies. We were then taken to the slave quarters, which was a large cave dug in the end of the pit. It had a concrete front, with bars partway up, and a jail cell like door with bars. Inside the floor was covered in straw, on which the men lay their sleeping mats. I took one of the mats, and put it next to Kofi’s mat. You didn’t have much room between mats, due to the number of men.

I was glad the front was open about three feet up, and then the steel bars on up. It allowed air to circulate, and with the sun going down, there was a little breeze. There was a guard in a separate area, adjacent to the slave quarters, but that was outside the slave quarters. A dim light was kept on in the slave quarters, inorder.for the guard to have visual access to the slave quarters.

I was feeling sleepy, so I ended my first day as a slave laborer, and fell asleep.