People in stockade

Oyeladun - Journey to the ship

They expected me to just walk away from my village - would they let a stranger take them away so easily? I refused so instead they first carried then dragged me until my feet and knees bled. A day's journey took us to the coast and the ocean. There was a new building - a huge wooden building. It was then I saw the white people and knew what had happened to me. I kicked and punched and screamed for the others in the field but my friends and family were too far away to help us.