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I woke up Monday morning, and I was the only person in the slave quarters. I guess everyone was at breakfast, and they just let me sleep. Shortly Kofi showed up with my food, and proceeded to feed me. Kofi told me, that he had seen the owners car arriving, and that he had been informed about my situation.

My friend showed up, and he was in a angry mood. He yelled at me, calling me a dumb son of bitch. Then he wanted to know, why I was so stupid, as to allow myself to be whipped. I told him it was all my fault, that I had insisted and begged the overseer to let me feel the whip. He ask me who the doctor was that treated me, that he needed to talk with that doctor. I told my friend, that there had been no doctor, that the overseer took care of me. I told him all about the overseer, and his medical training.

He looked at me and called me a dumb ass, and said I was threatening everything he had worked for, with my stupid fantasies. He said he knew what had to be done in order to keep things running smooth. He called me a stupid dumb ass, and said he would be back later. I was hurt about the way he talked to me, and that he had showed me no sympathy.

After my friend left, Kofi came back in, and said he heard the owner yelling at me. He ask if I was ok, and that he couldn’t understand why the owner was so upset. I told Kofi not to worry, that I was fine, and to forget about what had happened. I ask Kofi to get some of the others, to help me up, so I could pee. I told him I wanted to go eat, and to sit in a chair at the shed.

Once I was up and sitting in a chair, I could then get around. At first I felt pain, and still have some pain, but it’s not pain that’s causing me any disability. I really want to take care of myself, but I know I will need help getting up and down.

After two weeks, I’m able to get around, and to get up and down by myself. The bandages have been removed from my side, and the healing seems to be fine. The swelling on my back has gone down, but the overseer is still applying medication to the whelps caused by the whip. Kofi still watches over me, and is always cautioning me about things.

It had been over three weeks since my friend had been here. and left in a angry mood. Now I was being summoned to report to my friend’s office. I was accompanied by a guard to my friend’s office. I enter and lremarked that I hoped he was in a better mood, than when we last met.

He handed me a document and told me to read it, which I did. I was shocked, angry, and disappointed with my friend. After I had read the document, he ask me if I understood the meaning. He then told me, with the help of our lawyers, and the help of his government friends, that he had me declared mentally incompetent. That he had been appointed as my legal guardian, and that he had complete control of the mine, and all aspects of the mines operation. He informed me that our lawyers, now had control of my affairs. The lawyers would be taking control of my investments, money, and all other maters. He told me he wasn’t going to let me destroy everything, he had worked so hard to attain. He said he now had government officials, and other high ranking people as friends.

He said he still had to report all his actions, to our lawyers concerning the mine. He told me, my address was listed as the mine, and that he had to check on me, and take care of my needs. The money from the mine’s profit, would be deposited into my bank account, and an allowance would be provided for my use.

I was told I had two choices, I could remain living at the mine, or be committed to a mental facility. He said if I chose the mental facility, it would be mandatory that I stay at least five years. At the end of five years, I would be given a hearing, to determine my mental state. The hearing would involve the doctors, and government officials. He then ask for my decision, by now I was crying, and I told him I wanted to stay at the mine.

He then handed me a document to sign, stating I was in agreement with the provisions of the document. I signed the document, agreeing to accept him as my guardian, and as controller of the mine. He handed me another document to sign. This second document, was giving my lawyers permission to work as my representative, concerning my business and financial dealings. I signed this document as well, since there was nothing else I could do. Signing these documents was just a formality. The government had already approved these documents, and they were already in effect.

I went into the restroom and washed my face, trying to remove any trace of my crying, and checking to see if I had red eyes. I used the toilet while I was there, trying to gain more time, in order to regain my composure.

My, so called, friend ask how much longer I plan to stay in the pit. He said he needed sometime to add a living quarters on to the building. He said since the mine was listed as my living location, a decent living area would be needed. I just looked at him, and said you can take as long as you like, I told him I was going back to my real friend in the pit. He laughed at me, and called me a stupid son of bitch. He said it was evident from my behavior, that I belonged in a mental institution.

My manager could tell by looking at me, that I was starting to get angry, so he yelled for the guard that was standing outside. The guard opened the door and came in, the manager told him to return the slave to the pit.

I returned to the pit, and Kofi was waiting for me, and wanted to know what the owner wanted. I told Kofi, I had to answer some questions about the whipping, and how I was doing. I told him, that paperwork had to be filed with the prison authorities. That seemed to satisfy him and the others.

I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I have decided to stay in the pit for the time being. I know I don’t stand a chance against the lawyers, my manager and his government officials.

That evening while eating with my friends, I thought how lucky I was to have true friends. I was enjoying all the talking and joking around, even though I was getting most of the ribbing. I don’t think any of them will let me forget, my asking to experience the feel of being whipped.

I’m now back in the slave quarters, getting ready to sleep. I looked around at the other men, many of them friends. When Kofi came over, and placed his mat beside my mat, I grabbed him and gave him a big hug. He looked at me, and ask why I had given him a big hug. I told him, that I considered him a special friend, and was thankful for everything he had done for me. He smiled real big, then grabbed me, and hugged me.

I fell asleep thinking about all that had happened that day, I had decided to just accept things as they are, and see how things worked out.