Afi was born to a nice couple who were weavers and gatherers. Her parents were killed when she was about five years old, and a local family adopted her. Afi grew strong and was very nice to the people of villages that she knew and would help the local children learn and grow. Afi was a very nice lady.
She was one of the strongest women of her village, and was also a hunter. Most women were not allowed, but for her, they made an exception. She brought home an animal or two every day, and when she met another villager from not her village, she would either make peace or fight to the death.
One very dark day men with skin the color of cream came to their village. The people were skeptic, and they had every right to, because the men had guns. The people just watched as the men walked to the center of the village, and shot their guns. Right at their leader. More men came from behind trees and started to murder and mutilate the people of her village.
Afi's foster parents were killed, the children she taught, murdered, and she was captured along with only two other people. She had to walk many days upon weeks. Afi witnessed the other two men that she walked with died right in front of her. The slave traders cursed and threw the slaves off to the side of the path, and continued to walk the many miles to Cape Coast.
Afi spent many months in the cell along with other women. She saw many leave and many come through the town, until one day she saw a young lady with a bright light inside her. The woman had so much potential. Her name was Amari. Afi taught Amari how to be strong and look stupid when presented to the guards.
They were both chosen to go onto the large boat and to never return to Africa. The sailors would do horrible things to all the women. Afi acted as a second mother to Amari, just like the women of her old village did to her. Amari went on to be sold to a man, and Afi was sold to a man who beat her so much that she knew she couldn't live there any longer.
Afi ran away and never returned to that couple who beat her so mercilessly. She ran to the north border, and set up a place for slaves to hide and be able to be free right as they got to her house, she supplied them with food, water, and a blanket. They had enough to stay alive for a while, and they could get to be free.
Many wanted slaves passed by her house, and were able to become free. Afi always hoped that Amari made her life the best she could have possibly made it. Little did she know, Amari was already a free woman. Afi passed at the good old age of about forty-two, having helped more than one hundred slaves.
She was one of the strongest women of her village, and was also a hunter. Most women were not allowed, but for her, they made an exception. She brought home an animal or two every day, and when she met another villager from not her village, she would either make peace or fight to the death.
One very dark day men with skin the color of cream came to their village. The people were skeptic, and they had every right to, because the men had guns. The people just watched as the men walked to the center of the village, and shot their guns. Right at their leader. More men came from behind trees and started to murder and mutilate the people of her village.
Afi's foster parents were killed, the children she taught, murdered, and she was captured along with only two other people. She had to walk many days upon weeks. Afi witnessed the other two men that she walked with died right in front of her. The slave traders cursed and threw the slaves off to the side of the path, and continued to walk the many miles to Cape Coast.
Afi spent many months in the cell along with other women. She saw many leave and many come through the town, until one day she saw a young lady with a bright light inside her. The woman had so much potential. Her name was Amari. Afi taught Amari how to be strong and look stupid when presented to the guards.
They were both chosen to go onto the large boat and to never return to Africa. The sailors would do horrible things to all the women. Afi acted as a second mother to Amari, just like the women of her old village did to her. Amari went on to be sold to a man, and Afi was sold to a man who beat her so much that she knew she couldn't live there any longer.
Afi ran away and never returned to that couple who beat her so mercilessly. She ran to the north border, and set up a place for slaves to hide and be able to be free right as they got to her house, she supplied them with food, water, and a blanket. They had enough to stay alive for a while, and they could get to be free.
Many wanted slaves passed by her house, and were able to become free. Afi always hoped that Amari made her life the best she could have possibly made it. Little did she know, Amari was already a free woman. Afi passed at the good old age of about forty-two, having helped more than one hundred slaves.