Afi was born on a warm summer morning. She was a happy little child, eyes open wide. She never cried, not even when her older brother died of fever. She was the one to cheer everyone up, not the one to having to be cheered up. She was a very happy little girl. She wanted to make a difference in the world. A little girl with a big dream is what she was. She lived a happy life, grew up in a small village with both a mother and a father. She got married at age 16 to a wonderful man named Hota. They had two children, a boy and a girl. The first time she cried was when her little girl died of fever at age 6. She still kept hope and had a little boy. Afi lived a happy life with her husband and son.
One day she was cooking supper for her family when she saw white men coming toward her tribe. She had heard of these white men, they were going to kill everyone and take them to be slaves! Afi gathered her family and tried to hide them but it was too late. As she was running toward them, she heard gunshots. She saw her family lying on the ground, bleeding. She was heartbroken. A white men came toward her and she was expecting to be murdered as well but the man grabbed her and put her with a group of 10 or 20 other people who had survived the attack. Later that day they were forced to walk many miles to a trading post. She met a little girl named Amari who was completely heartbroken.
Afi held Amari as she cried in her arms. Amari wanted to die. She cried and cried for hours. Afi tried to comfort her. Afi gave Amari advice and told her that she has a purpose here, she just might not see it yet. Amari didn’t believe her. When they got on the boat to go to America, things got even worse. They were given little food and water and a very small space to sleep. At night the men would come and rape them each night. She would come back weak, tired and beat up each night. The trip over to America seemed like forever to her and to Amari. Many people got sick and were thrown overboard. Finally the trip that seemed like forever ended. Amari was sold away. She would probably never see her again.
Afi was sold to a very kind women and a very mean and harsh man. She was fortunate to have Mrs. Polar but very unfortunate to have Mr. Polar. He was very rude to her and made her work in the rice fields. She worked the hardest and was treated the worst, by Mr. Polar. Mrs. Polar was very kind to her, she gave her extra food and healed her wounds that she got from Mr. Polar’s whip. Afi appreciated that someone was nice to her and someone cared about her.
One day, Afi was in the rice fields working, when she suddenly felt very faint and nauseous. She collapsed in the field. One of the slaves went to tell Mrs. Polar. She came right down and brought Afi to the big house where she lived. Afi woke a few hours later lying in a bed. Mrs. Polar said that she probably had smallpox. She said that smallpox was hard to heal and almost everyone who got it, died. Afi died two days later.
One day she was cooking supper for her family when she saw white men coming toward her tribe. She had heard of these white men, they were going to kill everyone and take them to be slaves! Afi gathered her family and tried to hide them but it was too late. As she was running toward them, she heard gunshots. She saw her family lying on the ground, bleeding. She was heartbroken. A white men came toward her and she was expecting to be murdered as well but the man grabbed her and put her with a group of 10 or 20 other people who had survived the attack. Later that day they were forced to walk many miles to a trading post. She met a little girl named Amari who was completely heartbroken.
Afi held Amari as she cried in her arms. Amari wanted to die. She cried and cried for hours. Afi tried to comfort her. Afi gave Amari advice and told her that she has a purpose here, she just might not see it yet. Amari didn’t believe her. When they got on the boat to go to America, things got even worse. They were given little food and water and a very small space to sleep. At night the men would come and rape them each night. She would come back weak, tired and beat up each night. The trip over to America seemed like forever to her and to Amari. Many people got sick and were thrown overboard. Finally the trip that seemed like forever ended. Amari was sold away. She would probably never see her again.
Afi was sold to a very kind women and a very mean and harsh man. She was fortunate to have Mrs. Polar but very unfortunate to have Mr. Polar. He was very rude to her and made her work in the rice fields. She worked the hardest and was treated the worst, by Mr. Polar. Mrs. Polar was very kind to her, she gave her extra food and healed her wounds that she got from Mr. Polar’s whip. Afi appreciated that someone was nice to her and someone cared about her.
One day, Afi was in the rice fields working, when she suddenly felt very faint and nauseous. She collapsed in the field. One of the slaves went to tell Mrs. Polar. She came right down and brought Afi to the big house where she lived. Afi woke a few hours later lying in a bed. Mrs. Polar said that she probably had smallpox. She said that smallpox was hard to heal and almost everyone who got it, died. Afi died two days later.