Besa was just a young boy in Africa, doing what little boys do. He sang the songs with the tribe, chased the little girls and listened to the stories at night. He had a good life. Eating three times a day, enjoying life just as every little boy or girl should do. He slept with his family in a large cottage built by his father, who was the tribe builder. Besa took pride in his father’s job, he wanted someday to grow up and be his tribes builder himself.
Life's gone fast, Besa’s fourteen now. He was now engaged to who he thought was the most beautiful girl in the tribe, Amari. Amari’s the storyteller’s daughter. He was ecstatic when he found out Amari was going to be his wife. Besa was confident that he was going to have an awesome future. He would create a family of his own, having children and working as the tribe builder. Soon, all his plans will change.
It was a warm summer night, Besa was now fifteen. He was doing work with his father when he heard news that there were people with pale skin approaching their village. He also heard news that we were going to hold a feast for them. Everyone was busy preparing food and getting ready for their guests. As the people with pale skin came closer to their village, the elders went to greet them. Besa’s tribe and their guests ate and Amari’s father told his famous stories. Everything was going right until the pale men took out these sticks. Besa had never seen these before. They started running after people and shooting them with the sticks. They also stabbed them. Besa was one of the few survivors. All of his family and friends were no longer alive. Besa looked around to see if there was anyone left that he knew but saw no one. Then a man brought Amari and added her to the clump of people. Amari looked so brokenhearted that when she made eye contact with him, she didn’t even smile.
Besa had lost all hope in everything. These pale skin people had just taken away everything she once knew and loved. Besa was now thrown on a ship tucked in a tiny space with many other man. He hadn’t seen Amari in many days and was forced to sleep in his own puke and urine. There were many diseases going around and Besa felt sick and tired. He was not fed very much and was whipped every time he complained. He felt as this trip to America would never end.
Finally the ship approached the shore of America! Besa was still very sick and weak but he was feeling better because the ship crew was feeding them more. They got off the ship and went to a building where they a mad with pale skin explained what they would be doing next. After that, they were taken to a place to be sold as slaves. Besa said his last few words to Amari, knowing he would probably never see her again. He watched Amari get sold and soon after that, he was too.
His life as a slave had been awful on the Torshire farm. He was whipped nonstop for nothing, he was forced to work in the fields all day and got little to eat or drink. His life was terrible. He wanted to die. Everyday was the same, he would wake up, go to the fields, harvest rice. Then about at noon, if he was lucky, he would get to take a lunch break. Sometimes though, his master would not let him and would whip him if he sat down. The only good part of his day was going to sleep. He would dream about Amari, how they were going to raise a happy family and live life to the fullest but that could never happen now. Amari is gone. He needs to erase her from his memory.
Besa has been working hard and getting no credit. He was only getting whipped, eating little to no food each day and getting little water or time to rest. Besa was becoming weaker and weaker every day. He was pretty beat up. One day, his master’s wife, called him to saddle a wagon to horses. As he was doing so, he saw three people. One white girl, one small black boy and a black girl. He thought he recognized the black girl but wasn’t sure. He kept doing his work until he heard a familiar voice. “Besa?” Besa looked up. “Amari?” Besa had found Amari again. Amari hardly recognized Besa because of how beaten up he was. Amari wanted him to come with her to freedom, but Besa refused. Besa sent them on their way and said goodbye, once again to Amari.
A few weeks later, Besa became very ill with fever. Mrs. Torshire tried to nurse him back to health, but it was no use. She knew that he could not be healed. Besa was left to die.
Life's gone fast, Besa’s fourteen now. He was now engaged to who he thought was the most beautiful girl in the tribe, Amari. Amari’s the storyteller’s daughter. He was ecstatic when he found out Amari was going to be his wife. Besa was confident that he was going to have an awesome future. He would create a family of his own, having children and working as the tribe builder. Soon, all his plans will change.
It was a warm summer night, Besa was now fifteen. He was doing work with his father when he heard news that there were people with pale skin approaching their village. He also heard news that we were going to hold a feast for them. Everyone was busy preparing food and getting ready for their guests. As the people with pale skin came closer to their village, the elders went to greet them. Besa’s tribe and their guests ate and Amari’s father told his famous stories. Everything was going right until the pale men took out these sticks. Besa had never seen these before. They started running after people and shooting them with the sticks. They also stabbed them. Besa was one of the few survivors. All of his family and friends were no longer alive. Besa looked around to see if there was anyone left that he knew but saw no one. Then a man brought Amari and added her to the clump of people. Amari looked so brokenhearted that when she made eye contact with him, she didn’t even smile.
Besa had lost all hope in everything. These pale skin people had just taken away everything she once knew and loved. Besa was now thrown on a ship tucked in a tiny space with many other man. He hadn’t seen Amari in many days and was forced to sleep in his own puke and urine. There were many diseases going around and Besa felt sick and tired. He was not fed very much and was whipped every time he complained. He felt as this trip to America would never end.
Finally the ship approached the shore of America! Besa was still very sick and weak but he was feeling better because the ship crew was feeding them more. They got off the ship and went to a building where they a mad with pale skin explained what they would be doing next. After that, they were taken to a place to be sold as slaves. Besa said his last few words to Amari, knowing he would probably never see her again. He watched Amari get sold and soon after that, he was too.
His life as a slave had been awful on the Torshire farm. He was whipped nonstop for nothing, he was forced to work in the fields all day and got little to eat or drink. His life was terrible. He wanted to die. Everyday was the same, he would wake up, go to the fields, harvest rice. Then about at noon, if he was lucky, he would get to take a lunch break. Sometimes though, his master would not let him and would whip him if he sat down. The only good part of his day was going to sleep. He would dream about Amari, how they were going to raise a happy family and live life to the fullest but that could never happen now. Amari is gone. He needs to erase her from his memory.
Besa has been working hard and getting no credit. He was only getting whipped, eating little to no food each day and getting little water or time to rest. Besa was becoming weaker and weaker every day. He was pretty beat up. One day, his master’s wife, called him to saddle a wagon to horses. As he was doing so, he saw three people. One white girl, one small black boy and a black girl. He thought he recognized the black girl but wasn’t sure. He kept doing his work until he heard a familiar voice. “Besa?” Besa looked up. “Amari?” Besa had found Amari again. Amari hardly recognized Besa because of how beaten up he was. Amari wanted him to come with her to freedom, but Besa refused. Besa sent them on their way and said goodbye, once again to Amari.
A few weeks later, Besa became very ill with fever. Mrs. Torshire tried to nurse him back to health, but it was no use. She knew that he could not be healed. Besa was left to die.