Dear Diair, It is May 20, 1509. It has been three and a half weeks since I was taken from my home in Kenya, Africa. I miss my family and I hope they don't worry about me too much. They didn't see me get taken so they're probably still out loooking for me. One thing I wish they did was et us at least write to our beloved family that most likely do not know that we have been taken away forever. The agonizing trip is taking forever. It mostly feels like that because its not at all to anyones comfort. Thousands of other captive africans are all packed together in small areas. We are all handcuffed, both arms and ankles, laying down on straw and in eachothers vomit and wast (pee). To get off this horrible journey would be asonishing. Earlier today about twenty africans, dead or alive, were thrown off the ship. It shoudn't be much longer till I get off of this ship. Although, I do wish I didn't exit this ship like others in the past couple of days. I can't wait to see what this new land will be like. If anything like this journy then I might as well leave with the others. Not that I want to die, but we have been treated worst then animals and if it's like that on the new world then whats the point. I'm praying it's nothing like this journy and for right now thats all I can do is pray. Until next time. sicerly, Christina
I have been on this ship for a week. I want to die. The smell is enough on its own to make someone wish they were dead. I cant move because there is no space around me and not even enough space above me to sit up. I have been like this for mostly a week. I have been up on deck three times to exercise. The whites give us what they call meals, bread that was made months ago and water. Although we are only on deck for an hour maximum it feels like heaven. I was up on deck when I heard one of the crew say that we Africans were on the middle passage. What is the middle passage? I looked overboard only for a second and saw only sea. I would have looked longer but the slave trader beat me with a whip. I am already black and blue from this trip because I have been beaten so many times. I want to go home. I miss my family so much. They escaped capture because they were all hunting, my father and brothers that is. My mother died when I was born. I hate all slave traders.
Journal Entry #1 I am not aware what today's date is. I was recently taken away from my country of Africa. A group of white men with weapons, which I am not very familiar with, attacked my village. Many of the men tried to fight back, many were killed. They took us younger men and even women. They took us away at see and i dont know how long its been. This is a very frightening journey. About one hundred other fellow country men and women and me have been put in this tight spaced boat. We dont have any type of restroom. You cannot even imagine the horrible smell. I have also seen many deaths around me. The two men next to me have passed. We are very hungry and rarely fed, and when we are the food is disgusting. I am very afraid because i have seen many been thrown off the ship, i dont want be next. many also throw THEMSELVES overboard. Hopefully i make it, i pray everyday. if i dont survive, i want everybody to see this book to show how sick humans can be. i hope and pray someday the world will change.
January 2, 1604 It's only been six days on this ship and I am ready to thrw myself off. The day I was taken from my home, I knew my life was goin to be hell. The way these captains grabbed me by the arms and dragged me to this ship was the beggining of a horrible life. I was seperated from my husband and my son. My son is only three years old and i will never get to see him grow up. Right now, at this very moment I am laying down on the boat, bunched uo with many other slaves. We are all chained together by our ankles and wrists. On the left of me there is a dead man. The stenches are distgusting. I am getting sick from all the horroble smells. Scents from urin to death. Sitting in our own excriment was torture. This ship is aweful. Today the ship staff dragged us from the bottom o the ship to the top for an auction. Many of us slaves were not obeying the rules. Many slaves were whipped and thrown off the ship. I couldn't help but shed tears. Being part of this life is suicidal. Today, I am saying bye to everyone. Tomorrow at the auction, I am jumping off. It's the end for me . Sincerely, Miah
Journal Entry #1 It has been only a couple weeks since my village in Africa was attacked, but it feels like a lifetime ago. A group of white men with weapons came into our village and yelled commands at us that we did not understand. They killed the older and weaker people of our village and only took the young. At this point, I wish I would have been part of those that were killed rather than go through this torture.
My parents were both killed during the attack, but my brothers were taken as well and put on the ship. I tried to talk to them, but a ship captain yelled at me and then whipped me repeatedly. I am contemplating throwing myself off the ship to save me from the agonizing pain from the conditions. We are fed only once a week and although it tastes so dreadful I have to do everything in my power to keep it down, I have to make it last. The women to the left of me passed the first week and the stench increases by the second. The ship reeks of urine and vomit but I try my best not to fall victim to it.
How can people be so cruel to other people? Why are we being treated like animals? I pray every second I am on this ship that everything will be okay, but I am starting to lose hope. The torture won't stop after we land where ever they're taking us. This pain will follow me for the rest of my life and I don't know if I value my life enough to try to make the most of it and try to survive. I have mad my decision and this will be my final day in this world.
Dear Journal, As i write this I find myself in a serious bind, and it seems that there is no way out. I am currently on a ship, most likely on a route called the "Middle Passage". I've heard from rumors back in my home country in Africa that this will take me to America, where I will be forced into performing harsh labor- if I survive the voyage. From this point on, life is definitely going to be harder. Not to mention the difficult decisions I may have to make. I've always wanted to leave my village and explore the world, but not like this. Fate must be laughing at me. These conditions are horrible, and hardly livable at all! My fellow Africans and I are packed into the bottom of the ship, which is far from sanitary. We have no way to clean ourselves, and we are practically sitting in each others waste and bile, filthy. As expected, many fall ill but the bodies aren't even removed. Some throw themselves overboard during the rare moments when we are allowed on deck, but I'm not sure if I have the guts to do that. Meanwhile, I have no idea what things are like for my family, or for the others from my home. Where they also taken, or did they escape? I have no idea. I can only hope that their situation is nowhere as horrible as mine. Anyways, I could right about my experiences on this dreaded place, but that won't change a thing. Therefore, I will endure and hope for the best.
I am not aware of how much longer I have on this world, but I hope my family is okay.These ferocious people lay us down next to each other so closely that it becomes impossible to breath. How much longer will we stay on this ship? These chains make it almost impossible to write in my journal. We are people not animals we need bathrooms and we need appropriate cloths and food. Many people including the person next to me have vomited because of seasickness imagine how it feels to be vomited on? These people are so cruel, they show no mercy. The weight on the ship was getting too heavy so they decided to throw many slaves off. Why do I get this feeling I may be one of the next people to be thrown off. I don't feel too good and I don't look to healthy either. We have been stripped from our cloths and we have not been fed properly. We get disgusting food, that too every 9 or 10 hours later. What have we done wrong that we get whipped and beaten everyday? This is the last journal entry I will be writing I am sick and tired of this horrid life i have decided to jump overboard and end my life instead of living like this. I am unaware of the date and time but my time is over.
It has been one week since I was taken away from my village along with many others. We have been kept chained together in the lower part of the ship. These living conditions are unbearable and some other slaves have died already. We rarely get fed and we never get cleaned, everyone has just been sitting here in there own filth. On top of that we don't even have enough room to move. On very rare occasions we are allowed outside to the top of the ship. The fresh air is nice compared to where we sleep but being up here isn't exactly good. All of the dead slaves get pushed of the boat along with some of the live ones. I've also seen some other slaves kill themselves. I guess that would be better than living in this hellish place. I heard that when we finally reach our destination living conditions will still be very harsh. We're going to be owned by other people and forced to do work all day. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle it. Once I get there I plan to see if I can get any other slaves to escape with me. If nobody will go with me then I'll try it alone. I just hope I don't get myself killed.
Never have I ever felt this kind of torture in my life. For once, I will say I hate my life. I miss my family terribly and especially my mother. I should have never gone hunting without her permission, now I am captured by white people. This awful trip seems to take ages. Many of my people are being thrown into the water, dead or alive, to lighten the weight of the ship. Every day, I live my life in danger, terror, horror, and let’s just say, words cannot describe my feelings.
The food here tastes like garbage, but still we fight for it because it keeps us going. There’s everyone handcuffed from hands to feet, we are congested in to one room where there is vomit and waste everywhere. The captain comes around, swears at us, and sometimes whips us. No one has taken a shower here for a long time; I smell nothing but sweat and bad smells.
I am looking forward to seeing the New World. I pray to god that nothing terrible as I’ve experienced here will happen there. I have heard that we will be auctioned off one by one and someone will buy us. I hope that my owner will be kind and gracious. Life that I live now is full of pain and regret, I hope it finishes soon.
It has been three days since I was kidnapped and forced unto this ship by the white men. However, these three days have been the worst of my life. We are forced to lay side by side with barely enough room to move. Not that we could move much anyway because of the chains we are forced to wear. The slave next to me died last night, so I am now forced to travel next to a corpse. The white men don't care about this though. Nor do they care that we are forced to lay in our own vomit and waste, or that when they do wash us the salt water burns the cuts left from the chains. There was a young man here that used to live in a village not far from my own. He was a warrior, so natturally, he found being treated like a prisoner absolutly repulsive. Which is why he devised a plan to attain his freedom. He planned to steal one of the white man's guns when we were on the deck of the boat. However, when he tryed to initiate his plan, another white man saw him reaxh for the gun. The warrior was then shamefully whipped and tossed overboard. Eventhough I am lucky enough to have been able to sneak this journal unto the ship, this journey has still been horribly unbearable. Whats even worse is the knowledge that once I leave this boat, I will still be a prisoner and will never again be free. This is not the future I want , so, I have instead dcided to have no future at all. I have decided to give this journal to another slave on this ship who is also literate. Then, tomorrow when we are allowed on the deck, I will jump overboard. I do not care that I will undoubtedly drown and perish, what I do care about is that I will be dying free and of my own will.
It has been three days since I was taken from my home and put on this slave ship. I have no clue where my family is and I don't even know where I am. Everyday in see people's lives taken for no reason but for diversity. I have been sitting with, as much as I think, maybe a few hundred other slaves that use the restroom right where they sit and vomit everywhere. I've been thinly to just jolimp overboard but I can't take my own life. As I know now it's my turn to be thrown off the ship. I had a great life.
Dear Diair,
ReplyDeleteIt is May 20, 1509. It has been three and a half weeks since I was taken from my home in Kenya, Africa. I miss my family and I hope they don't worry about me too much. They didn't see me get taken so they're probably still out loooking for me. One thing I wish they did was et us at least write to our beloved family that most likely do not know that we have been taken away forever.
The agonizing trip is taking forever. It mostly feels like that because its not at all to anyones comfort. Thousands of other captive africans are all packed together in small areas. We are all handcuffed, both arms and ankles, laying down on straw and in eachothers vomit and wast (pee). To get off this horrible journey would be asonishing. Earlier today about twenty africans, dead or alive, were thrown off the ship.
It shoudn't be much longer till I get off of this ship. Although, I do wish I didn't exit this ship like others in the past couple of days. I can't wait to see what this new land will be like. If anything like this journy then I might as well leave with the others. Not that I want to die, but we have been treated worst then animals and if it's like that on the new world then whats the point. I'm praying it's nothing like this journy and for right now thats all I can do is pray. Until next time.
sicerly,
Christina
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ReplyDeleteDear Diary,
I have been on this ship for a week. I want to die. The smell is enough on its own to make someone wish they were dead. I cant move because there is no space around me and not even enough space above me to sit up. I have been like this for mostly a week. I have been up on deck three times to exercise. The whites give us what they call meals, bread that was made months ago and water. Although we are only on deck for an hour maximum it feels like heaven.
I was up on deck when I heard one of the crew say that we Africans were on the middle passage. What is the middle passage? I looked overboard only for a second and saw only sea. I would have looked longer but the slave trader beat me with a whip. I am already black and blue from this trip because I have been beaten so many times.
I want to go home. I miss my family so much. They escaped capture because they were all hunting, my father and brothers that is. My mother died when I was born. I hate all slave traders.
Journal Entry #1
ReplyDeleteI am not aware what today's date is. I was recently taken away from my country of Africa. A group of white men with weapons, which I am not very familiar with, attacked my village. Many of the men tried to fight back, many were killed. They took us younger men and even women. They took us away at see and i dont know how long its been.
This is a very frightening journey. About one hundred other fellow country men and women and me have been put in this tight spaced boat. We dont have any type of restroom. You cannot even imagine the horrible smell. I have also seen many deaths around me. The two men next to me have passed. We are very hungry and rarely fed, and when we are the food is disgusting. I am very afraid because i have seen many been thrown off the ship, i dont want be next. many also throw THEMSELVES overboard. Hopefully i make it, i pray everyday. if i dont survive, i want everybody to see this book to show how sick humans can be. i hope and pray someday the world will change.
it is spelled sea not see
DeleteJanuary 2, 1604
ReplyDeleteIt's only been six days on this ship and I am ready to thrw myself off. The day I was taken from my home, I knew my life was goin to be hell. The way these captains grabbed me by the arms and dragged me to this ship was the beggining of a horrible life. I was seperated from my husband and my son. My son is only three years old and i will never get to see him grow up.
Right now, at this very moment I am laying down on the boat, bunched uo with many other slaves. We are all chained together by our ankles and wrists. On the left of me there is a dead man. The stenches are distgusting. I am getting sick from all the horroble smells. Scents from urin to death. Sitting in our own excriment was torture. This ship is aweful.
Today the ship staff dragged us from the bottom o the ship to the top for an auction. Many of us slaves were not obeying the rules. Many slaves were whipped and thrown off the ship. I couldn't help but shed tears. Being part of this life is suicidal. Today, I am saying bye to everyone. Tomorrow at the auction, I am jumping off. It's the end for me .
Sincerely,
Miah
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DeleteJournal Entry #1
ReplyDeleteIt has been only a couple weeks since my village in Africa was attacked, but it feels like a lifetime ago. A group of white men with weapons came into our village and yelled commands at us that we did not understand. They killed the older and weaker people of our village and only took the young. At this point, I wish I would have been part of those that were killed rather than go through this torture.
My parents were both killed during the attack, but my brothers were taken as well and put on the ship. I tried to talk to them, but a ship captain yelled at me and then whipped me repeatedly. I am contemplating throwing myself off the ship to save me from the agonizing pain from the conditions. We are fed only once a week and although it tastes so dreadful I have to do everything in my power to keep it down, I have to make it last. The women to the left of me passed the first week and the stench increases by the second. The ship reeks of urine and vomit but I try my best not to fall victim to it.
How can people be so cruel to other people? Why are we being treated like animals? I pray every second I am on this ship that everything will be okay, but I am starting to lose hope. The torture won't stop after we land where ever they're taking us. This pain will follow me for the rest of my life and I don't know if I value my life enough to try to make the most of it and try to survive. I have mad my decision and this will be my final day in this world.
Dear Journal,
ReplyDeleteAs i write this I find myself in a serious bind, and it seems that there is no way out. I am currently on a ship, most likely on a route called the "Middle Passage". I've heard from rumors back in my home country in Africa that this will take me to America, where I will be forced into performing harsh labor- if I survive the voyage. From this point on, life is definitely going to be harder. Not to mention the difficult decisions I may have to make.
I've always wanted to leave my village and explore the world, but not like this. Fate must be laughing at me. These conditions are horrible, and hardly livable at all! My fellow Africans and I are packed into the bottom of the ship, which is far from sanitary. We have no way to clean ourselves, and we are practically sitting in each others waste and bile, filthy. As expected, many fall ill but the bodies aren't even removed. Some throw themselves overboard during the rare moments when we are allowed on deck, but I'm not sure if I have the guts to do that.
Meanwhile, I have no idea what things are like for my family, or for the others from my home. Where they also taken, or did they escape? I have no idea. I can only hope that their situation is nowhere as horrible as mine.
Anyways, I could right about my experiences on this dreaded place, but that won't change a thing. Therefore, I will endure and hope for the best.
Dear Diary,
ReplyDeleteI am not aware of how much longer I have on this world, but I hope my family is okay.These ferocious people lay us down next to each other so closely that it becomes impossible to breath. How much longer will we stay on this ship? These chains make it almost impossible to write in my journal. We are people not animals we need bathrooms and we need appropriate cloths and food. Many people including the person next to me have vomited because of seasickness imagine how it feels to be vomited on?
These people are so cruel, they show no mercy. The weight on the ship was getting too heavy so they decided to throw many slaves off. Why do I get this feeling I may be one of the next people to be thrown off. I don't feel too good and I don't look to healthy either.
We have been stripped from our cloths and we have not been fed properly. We get disgusting food, that too every 9 or 10 hours later. What have we done wrong that we get whipped and beaten everyday? This is the last journal entry I will be writing I am sick and tired of this horrid life i have decided to jump overboard and end my life instead of living like this. I am unaware of the date and time but my time is over.
Journal Entry#1
ReplyDeleteIt has been one week since I was taken away from my village along with many others. We have been kept chained together in the lower part of the ship. These living conditions are unbearable and some other slaves have died already. We rarely get fed and we never get cleaned, everyone has just been sitting here in there own filth. On top of that we don't even have enough room to move.
On very rare occasions we are allowed outside to the top of the ship. The fresh air is nice compared to where we sleep but being up here isn't exactly good. All of the dead slaves get pushed of the boat along with some of the live ones. I've also seen some other slaves kill themselves. I guess that would be better than living in this hellish place.
I heard that when we finally reach our destination living conditions will still be very harsh. We're going to be owned by other people and forced to do work all day. I don't think I'm going to be able to handle it. Once I get there I plan to see if I can get any other slaves to escape with me. If nobody will go with me then I'll try it alone. I just hope I don't get myself killed.
My only friend diary,
ReplyDeleteNever have I ever felt this kind of torture in my life. For once, I will say I hate my life. I miss my family terribly and especially my mother. I should have never gone hunting without her permission, now I am captured by white people. This awful trip seems to take ages. Many of my people are being thrown into the water, dead or alive, to lighten the weight of the ship. Every day, I live my life in danger, terror, horror, and let’s just say, words cannot describe my feelings.
The food here tastes like garbage, but still we fight for it because it keeps us going. There’s everyone handcuffed from hands to feet, we are congested in to one room where there is vomit and waste everywhere. The captain comes around, swears at us, and sometimes whips us. No one has taken a shower here for a long time; I smell nothing but sweat and bad smells.
I am looking forward to seeing the New World. I pray to god that nothing terrible as I’ve experienced here will happen there. I have heard that we will be auctioned off one by one and someone will buy us. I hope that my owner will be kind and gracious. Life that I live now is full of pain and regret, I hope it finishes soon.
A sad slave,
Roocha
It has been three days since I was kidnapped and forced unto this ship by the white men. However, these three days have been the worst of my life. We are forced to lay side by side with barely enough room to move. Not that we could move much anyway because of the chains we are forced to wear. The slave next to me died last night, so I am now forced to travel next to a corpse. The white men don't care about this though. Nor do they care that we are forced to lay in our own vomit and waste, or that when they do wash us the salt water burns the cuts left from the chains.
ReplyDeleteThere was a young man here that used to live in a village not far from my own. He was a warrior, so natturally, he found being treated like a prisoner absolutly repulsive. Which is why he devised a plan to attain his freedom. He planned to steal one of the white man's guns when we were on the deck of the boat. However, when he tryed to initiate his plan, another white man saw him reaxh for the gun. The warrior was then shamefully whipped and tossed overboard.
Eventhough I am lucky enough to have been able to sneak this journal unto the ship, this journey has still been horribly unbearable. Whats even worse is the knowledge that once I leave this boat, I will still be a prisoner and will never again be free. This is not the future I want , so, I have instead dcided to have no future at all. I have decided to give this journal to another slave on this ship who is also literate. Then, tomorrow when we are allowed on the deck, I will jump overboard. I do not care that I will undoubtedly drown and perish, what I do care about is that I will be dying free and of my own will.
Sincerely, Kayla Fiscina
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DeleteIt has been three days since I was taken from my home and put on this slave ship. I have no clue where my family is and I don't even know where I am. Everyday in see people's lives taken for no reason but for diversity. I have been sitting with, as much as I think, maybe a few hundred other slaves that use the restroom right where they sit and vomit everywhere. I've been thinly to just jolimp overboard but I can't take my own life. As I know now it's my turn to be thrown off the ship. I had a great life.
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