My life as a slave

Hello my name is Charles Hamburg but previously known as Boipelo in my tribe. I hate saying this but I was striped of my freedom and brought to a foreign land that I had never thought existed. I never thought I would be kidnapped from my country and become a servant to the foreigners of the West. Well, let me tell you how my perfect and simple my life was before it taken away from me.
It was a peaceful summer day, where I played with my children and enjoyed my wife’s company. It was a great moment and I can still remember how simple the life of a villager in Senegal was. I thought it could not get any better until a raid began upon my defenseless village. Soldiers came with weapons to strike fear upon my people to make their job easier of kidnaping us. They sought out for any person who was strong and physically adequate to work for long periods. Usually, they kidnaped any young person but it’s a brutal process.
Most of us tried to fight back, like me, just to end up being beaten down and chained around their wrists and neck. Once we were chained they made us walk towards the coast. Throughout this whole time I have so much emotions clouding my mind. I cannot think straight. I was separated from my family and wondered if they were safe and if we would ever be connected again. The only thing that ran through my mind was to get vengeance and wishing that I had more of an equal advantage to fight back these thugs.
My village was inland of Senegal and the walk felt like a continuous pathway to hell. Especially while walking in the hot sunny day while having shackles and this annoying chain brace around my neck. These white devils treated us like crap. Not only that they never gave us any food nor water during this dreadful and painful walk. I felt dehydrated under the sun and these raiders did not look like kind-hearted people. At first I felt like I was the only one who imagined to trying to escape from these chains, but others actually tried and got shot. I