The air is cold. I smell life, death and I smell fear. Wherever I am or how I got here is a mystery. I do know my wrist and ankles are chained to another who looks just like me. I do not know him and he does not know me. Days have passed, I am hungry and nauseous. I have no sense of where I am but I know I am not home, or am I anywhere close to there.
“Get up”, says a voice. “Get up”, it said again. I open my eyes to see that the once crowded room was now almost empty, the man who I was chained to no longer had life running through him. As I got up his dead weight would remind me he was the lucky one. What I had in store for the years to follow, my past life would not have prepared me for. I appeared in this room a boy, when I left I became a man.
As I walked with this white man it was silent. Contrary, our language barrier was the elephant in the room and it would only get worse. The sun hit my face and in fear I closed my eyes. I opened one to peak and realized I was on a boat. A very large boat but a boat nonetheless. “Stand here, do not move”, said the same white man who woke me up. I stood and I observed. I do not know any of these people, yet we are all humbled and naked. Women, children, men; we are all naked. Unfortunately, I had a view of the water it was beautiful until I saw what they were doing to it. One by one, body by body; each one they threw over the boat, into the sea. Forever they would lie there, no one would know who they were, or their story. A piece of history lost in the sea.
The day has gone by and I am severely drained. I am hungry and I am thirsty but, I am afraid to ask for replenishment. The last woman who had asked got beaten in front of her children. I sat here confused and I asked myself many questions; some, had no answers. I had to compromise with myself and relax. I could only fathom what I did know and that it is; I am here. How I get from this place I don’t know but eventually, I will.