Samantha Wilson

Its been three years of my Freedom, I can still remember everything I went thru like if it was yesterday. I'M Samantha Wilson born in West Virgina, I'M 32 ,I was ten when I was kidnapped by white folks. That morning I woke up early, took a shower, ate Breakfast with my family[Papa. Mama and my 2 sisters and baby brother]. Before I left I said a prayer for my guardian to watch me before I left to school on my way to school people were still sleeping. With in a blink of an eye I was gone. That's the last day I saw my family.

When I was kidnapped I wasn't the only child in the group I remember we were taken in a waggon and once the waggon made its last stop I pray, that hope to see my family once again. Then before we got out the waggon they chain us one after another one for us not to run away. Once the bet started God knows what master bought us. My owner name was Mrs. Yolanda Smith, she was a great white women,when she bought me the first thing she told me "poor child, go up and wait for me I'll bring some pair of new clothes". Mrs. Wilson was asking me allot of questions about me, and I answer every single one of them. The most wonderful thing about her was that she never took my education away she will tell to clean the house and while cleaning she will read out aloud to me to practice my listing skills, on my free time she will teach me how to write or dance. The only times she will scream at me was when I never study. Seven years later Mrs. Smith pass away of a horrible sickness she got before she died she told me that hopefully one day I find my Family.

Then one month later I was taken out of Mrs. Smith home and taken to my home land but I was sold again. My second master was and old mean man. His name was Mr.Walter. He was a really mean old white folk. When he bought me he look at me with so much anger That I was uncoftroble near him. He took me show me around the the crops and house. He went step by step of my daily chores. I had to get up before the sun rise and get his bath tub ready, then go and Cook breakfast[ I did not know hot to cook] He didn't like my cooking so he lick me threw the food on the floor and made me eat it with just my mouth[Mr. Walter kept licking me till I was done eating]. I felt like if I was never going to finish the food. Two years pass and I was nine-teen, and praying to God for my freedom that night, Mr. Old mean Walter creep in to my room and bed and raped me[every since that night I have not been able to sleep well] Then years pass by and my daily routing never changed until the age of twenty-nine, i was taken out to the crops and check on the workers then surprising to me I saw my baby brother working in the filed.

The first thing I did was Huge him like I never did before[ he was 8 when I was kidnapped].

That night I snick out we talk all night long and he told me everything since the day I was kidnapped. Then more tragic events happen while I was gone, My bother told me that My mother pass away a year ago, she died of a sickness he told me that they did not have enough money for her medicine, My dad got stuck In a wheel chair because when he was working he hurt his back and he never got to walk again. My brother also told me, that my older sisters refuse to be taken so they beat up until she no longer move, and my baby sister was kidnapped at the age of nine and never heard from her again. that night the news came aroun that we were free to go. Our Master did not let us free so we snick at night and ranway. When we got safe home the fist thing I did was huge my papa after nine-teen years. After we cry we talk and cry more, then I Went to take a nap, when I got up I Went to visit my Mama and sister to their graves. Three years later I got married with a great guy who survive slavery. After my wedding night I went home the following week for a visit and my baby brother told me that my dad pass away days ago[ he died natrually his age]. Until this day I do not lose hope to see my little sister walking thru the door again.