Personal Narrative: How My Tribe Changed My Life

Woken by my father, I started rambling barefooted towards my family’s tribe as usual preparing for the day. It remained a typical luminous day, you could witness my people carrying out their own roles and their tribes. I for one was with my mother who was trained how farming works and become one day the dominant role of the tribe someday. Consequently, I wandered off walking around, and I did not notice going quite distant from where I should have been until I was all on my own. In addition, I could not direct myself towards the village; at first I was convinced it was a chance for freedom, but that wasn’t the case. Due to being vanished, I gave up and throw myself onto the muddy ground questioning what I would do. A few while passed
After that, I ran out of terror, hoping I would spot my village, but when I was making a turn one of them was there and every person began following. As I continued running as fast as I could visualize my tribe coming towards us, they automatically protected me and confronted them. The people appeared distraught about it, so they took out their weapons and started grasping us with no humanity. Numerous of us were dragged towards boats we abandon our home, there was nothing we could possibly do. By the time we reached their home it was morning the first “punishment” they did was hit us with a wooden paddle. Moreover, they did not treat us accurate, they transformed the way we dressed, our way of life, even converted us into Christianity. Unfortunately, I began seeing my people not fighting back, or at least tried to remember where they came from because of fear. I shall never forget the times in my homeland the different roles everyone adapted to keeping the village going. I witness a problem going on, we were getting sick, develop heart diseases, others committed suicide. Many of my people died in agony pain, with no one showing