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{New Story} Is It A Sin Episode 5

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Part 5.
(Next day)
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We embarked on the journey to Lagos. The
Slave Dealer rode on his beautiful white
horse, we (slaves) were plodding heavily,
and his guards were trampling professionally
with a very long whip on each of the guards
hand, they were beating us as if we stole
something costly and expensive from our
boss (the slave trader), despite the fact that
we are plodding and leaden heavily,
different goods were backpacked on our
backs like that of a camel or donkey, the
guards were still insinuating that we are not
walking fast as expected despite the heavy
loads they loaded on our backs. We (slaves)
were walking bare-footed on the hot land.
We (slaves) were sweating and panting
intemperately, we (slaves) were very tired
and hungry but we dare not jazz, cackle,
talk or soliloquize, if anyone does, such
person has meet his/her doom.
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(Fifteen days later)
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We got to Lagos; we are totally exhausted
because of the long journey, during our
journey we would trek for days without food
and water, my body is full of marks from
whips/cane from the guard’s. The riches
parable that says “the God that create the
riches is different from the God that create
the poor/slaves.” Getting to Lagos is
another dimension of my agony. There I
believed that slaves are meant to be
anguished and grieved. Slaves are meant to
work for their master till death. Slaves work
hard for their masters without acquiring any
income rather suffering and agony. Slaves’
lessons class only taught all sorts of
immoral attitudes like Killing, Stealing,
Kidnapping, Drug Trafficking and all other
sort of immoral attitudes. In conclusion,
slavery must be conclude to be Human
Trafficking, Child Abuse and I think this has
to stop………
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(Two weeks later)
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I am working on a field, looking lean and
malnutritious, I am now the image of my
own self, I am very sick but Slave are not
meant to be sick or weak, because their
days are already numbered, this is
according to one of their rules. On that very
day, a slave’s distributor came to the slaves
market; she bought me and pays my fee to
the slave dealer. I was clothed, she
commands me to enter her car and I did as
instructed, she zooms out of the slave’s
market. “God, what will be my fate now,
where is she transporting me to, ah! God!
Why is my life stumbling from one
misfortune to another, maybe this one is a
kidnapper or ritualist, will I be turned into
money just like that? God, why does my life
seem to be this traumatic? After the death
of my parent, I don’t have peace any longer.
God! If I have gone against your wishes,
forgive me oh lord, and if it is my parent
that has pique your laws that may be the
cause of this my suffering, Oh lord! Please
forgive their soul and also see me through
all this nisus, pains and traumas. I cogitate/
thought, wholly heart-weeping.
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(Few minutes later)
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The slave distributor zoom into a mighty
building, the building was very beautiful and
well decorated; the building was surrounded
by a monolithic coop big enough to be
mistaken for the Presidential Villa/Aso
Rock. The whole building was painted white
and powder blue, from the gate toward the
house laid a fully adorned field with a well
cultivated and mowed grass on the right and
left flank leaving a small passage but broad
enough to contain a moving vehicle. The
house was a duplex with twelve rooms on
the upper floor and a wide sitting room down
stair to greet any visitor. Also, the sitting
room contained three toilets situated at the
left side of the sitting room if turned 300
with a dining big enough to build a bedroom,
build in a corner somewhere in the sitting
room. Hi-sense flat screen stayed glued to
the wall facing the entrance with a well
arranged set of home theatre sitting
consciously on the floor below the flat
screen. The building is extremely beautiful
and can be said to be the perfect
personification of mighty.
.
(Present)
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We are warmly welcomed by a beautiful
woman, dressed in an elegant pink gown,
her appearance have shown that she is
dwelling in money. The woman offers each
of us (The slave distributor and I) a glass of
5 Alive juice. The slave trader addresses the
rich woman to me as Mrs. Chioma by name
and I will be her housemaid. I greeted Mrs.
Chioma respectfully; she answered my
greeting with utmost humility.
“My friend, I will be traveling to Dubai
tomorrow, and I will return in no specific
date for now. And as for this one (pointing
to me) you own her, you can kill her if you
like, she is a slave, just pay her fee that is
all” The slave distributor counterblasted.
Mrs. Chioma sees off the slave distributor. I
sat down in the sitting room watching a
cartoon shown on the TV. Mrs. Chioma
came back looking elegant and gorgeous as
usual.
“You what is your name?” Mrs. Chioma
asked.
“N….n.e…….na.” I replied stammering.
“Welcome to my territory” Mrs. Chioma said
laughing as she opts for her bedroom.
I was baffled by her last statement,
“welcome to my territory” that statement re-
echoed in my ears, I don’t know what her
reaction meant. Many thoughts ran through
my innocent mind but I couldn’t fathom
exactly what her sentence meant, but I
prayed it mean good.
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What do you think will happen next?
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(Light out)
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To be continues

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