Slavery and Daily Life
Introduction of Character & Background Life
My name is Akikkii Chi and at the time I was 16 years old. I was born (and lived) in Nigeria and spoke Afro-asiatic and knew no English. I lived in a village with my mother, father and younger brother who were at the time 14 years old. My village was quite small, it was a place where everybody knew each other’s names and everybody enjoyed each other company. As far as I was concerned we were all very happy and lived nice lives. I was always so open-minded and outgoing and I was never ever scared of anything or anybody, although my brother was very opposite of me. For he was very shy and always very timid. He never had many friends (mainly because he we was too shy to talk to anybody). Life was nice in Africa I had lots of close friends. I helped my mother make jewelry and pick the cropped and prepare food, while my father taught my brother how to hunt and gather to provide for the family. Life in Africa was everything anybody would expect it to h=be like in the 1800s. There were no schools; women didn’t have the same right as men, things like that. This was normal for the 1800s we lived fulfilling lives. I never wanted to leave Africa. That was my home and I had intended that it stayed my home until the day I died. Things don’t always go as planned. Unfortunately my plans were scattered when something traumatic happened.
Journey to America
To me life really could not have been any better. On one regular morning something so odd and terrifying happened. White men who spoke and odd language that I could not understand kidnapped my entire village. They chained us together and took us to this huge boat and crammed all of us Africans into I very small space. We didn’t know what was happening, where we were going, or if we were going to die. I had been separated from my family, I felt so alone and scared; something I had never really felt before. I don’t know how long we were on that boat. In the small place we were
My name is Akikkii Chi and at the time I was 16 years old. I was born (and lived) in Nigeria and spoke Afro-asiatic and knew no English. I lived in a village with my mother, father and younger brother who were at the time 14 years old. My village was quite small, it was a place where everybody knew each other’s names and everybody enjoyed each other company. As far as I was concerned we were all very happy and lived nice lives. I was always so open-minded and outgoing and I was never ever scared of anything or anybody, although my brother was very opposite of me. For he was very shy and always very timid. He never had many friends (mainly because he we was too shy to talk to anybody). Life was nice in Africa I had lots of close friends. I helped my mother make jewelry and pick the cropped and prepare food, while my father taught my brother how to hunt and gather to provide for the family. Life in Africa was everything anybody would expect it to h=be like in the 1800s. There were no schools; women didn’t have the same right as men, things like that. This was normal for the 1800s we lived fulfilling lives. I never wanted to leave Africa. That was my home and I had intended that it stayed my home until the day I died. Things don’t always go as planned. Unfortunately my plans were scattered when something traumatic happened.
Journey to America
To me life really could not have been any better. On one regular morning something so odd and terrifying happened. White men who spoke and odd language that I could not understand kidnapped my entire village. They chained us together and took us to this huge boat and crammed all of us Africans into I very small space. We didn’t know what was happening, where we were going, or if we were going to die. I had been separated from my family, I felt so alone and scared; something I had never really felt before. I don’t know how long we were on that boat. In the small place we were