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The Slavery of a black woman as only she can tell it. 14 year old Bintu arrives on the shores of the new world; once a care free sister of two, now alone and sold into a world that is the epitome of a living hell.
Bintu was never supposed to be captured. Her two sisters went missing days earlier; so her father ordered Bintu to stay in the village with her mother, while he and other men searched. Too many in their village had already gone missing and the tale-tale signs were there that Chanecia and Ashaki had been taken captive. And like the others, Bintu feared her sisters would never be seen again.
Bintu believed her sisters were hiding in their secret cave, but she was wrong; they weren’t there, they were on a great vessel moving across the Seas. And now so was she.
In the year 1797, 14 year old Bintu’s fate is sealed as she arrived in this strange new world completely and utterly alone to face a life that would be the epitome of a living hell. This fictional story is slavery told through the eyes of a young girl who is forced to reproduce slaves for profit; ‘a slave breeding machine’ named Bintu.
I lend my voice to this story because it was my late grandmother, Ethel Thomas’ third great grandmother who was a breeder during slavery where she gave birth to 55 children; 23 for her buck and 32 for her master. These are the slaves no one talks about; they were women who didn’t have a hero, like Harriet Tubman, to rescue them from this torture; these were women forced to live their pain; women who died before freedom could welcome them. This is that story.