After several hard years things were getting better for my people, the Yoruba. The cocoa and yams were flourishing and there was plenty for us all to do in the fields around our village.

Shortly before I was taken I was betrothed to a man from my village, Babatunde. He makes sculptures and masks and other beautiful things from wood. I was very happy to be his wife.

We held a great celebration, a tambor. We rejoiced with drums and dancing, and I played my stickadao. It was a wonderful, hopeful day and I look back to that time and those people with great joy and longing.