 
# SAKIRA

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#  Acknowledgement

Firstly, I want to appreciate God for giving me the inspiration to write this book. I also want to appreciate my wonderful family that supported me and encouraged me to write this book. I also appreciate all my friends and their supports. Finally, I thank all my readers for choosing this story.

# CHAPTER ONE

_Kwararafa, West Africa._

1725

Kwararafa, a contented village filled with joyful and peaceful people. Happiness was the only thing to speak of in this little town. They were centred at the Benue river valley which indeed brings out the best of fishermen in this village. The major clan in this village was the Wukari clan. Festivals were well celebrated in this place. The King indeed took care of his people. The Pategis was a well-known family in this clan. Zulu Pategi was one of the best fishermen in the town and was occasionally summoned by the King. He caught the best of fishes and the biggest ones. He was well respected. His wife, Haija was also known amongst the market women. She was well respected and known to be one of the best market women. Six children were born into this family. Sakira the first child and the first girl, Khadija, the first son, Kawu, the second son, Alimi, the third son, Goloba, the second girl and lastly, Ruqqa, the third girl. This family lived peacefully and happily, having the least to be troubled about.

One festive morning, Sakira woke her siblings and they all hurried out of the moderate sized hut made from clay and hay. They ran faster as they followed the voices of the talking drums.

"Hurry, we must not miss it" Sakira hastened her siblings

Passing through the only narrow road with huts arranged horizontally to their lefts and rights, they finally reached their destination. The village centre was already filled with a lot of people. Squeezing their way through, they finally got a view of what they had been waiting for. The villagers formed a circle around the dancing masquerade and where amazed by its moves. They never got tired of it. In fact, they always looked forward to seeing it every year. The talking drums gave its glorious beats and the masquerade swayed its body to the rhythm that came from it and at an abrupt stop, the masquerade will fall flat to the ground like dumped cloth. It was a mystery to all of them and they couldn't phantom the power behind it. The villagers clapped and encouraged the masquerade to continue its amazing dance. Finally, the drummers began to walk away from the centre of the village to a place away from the main village. The masquerade followed the drummers and continued dancing. The villagers continued clapping until they could see it no more.

"I looked forward to its dance next year" Khadija smiled

Sakira looked at her tall brother, who indeed she was older than but still managed to beat her in height and she smiled at him.

"Come on" she said, "Let's all go home"

Haija knew her children would arrive soon, and she knew very well they would arrive hungry so she prepared breakfast for them. Placing the hot soup into a calabash and the cassava pudding traditionally known as fufu into another calabash, she left for the hut. She placed the food in the centre of the room and awaited her children. They arrived shortly and without further explanations, they greeted their mother and sat round the food. Their father joined them and the children spoke endlessly about the dancing masquerade. Zulu seemed to have kept to himself for a while and it worried his wife.

"Zulu, what is the matter" Haija asked

"It is the Bornu clan" He sighed "They do not seem to support happiness here in Kwararafa" He added

The family that was once smiling and eating happily looked very worried now

"What are they planning to do?" Sakira asked

"We do not know yet. But from the signs they sent, a war is bound to happen" He said

Bornu clan was a very powerful empire, strong in machinery and martial arts. And Kwararafa was found at the southwest of the Bornu clan. They have not exactly fancied Kwararafa ever since a threat was sent to them and now they've decided to put things in place

Great Britain

A carriage enters the well-defined structured house made of furnished wood. It was a beautiful cottage. It was obvious that whoever owned the house must be a very rich person. It was sky blue and white in colour. The exterior decorations of the house showed the sense the owners had. At the back of the house was a very large plantation filled with people working on it endlessly. At the far left of the building was a small dilapidated looking house meant for only the slaves in the house.

Mr Benson, a tall decent looking man came down from the carriage as one of his slaves opened the door. His skin was fair and stainless. He looked neat and elegant with the blue shirt tucked into his light brown trousers. And on his blonde hair head was a brown hat. He walked grandly filled with pride towards his wife who was resting and reading on the armchair at the doorway of the house. She looked like a Queen waiting for her King to arrive. Her skin was cultured and flawless. She looks very stunning in the peach lace evening dress she wore and very stylish with her hair all packed up. She was fashionable. She looked up and smiled at her husband. Lifting her arm with a tea cup on it, the slave beside her took it and she got up from the armchair to embrace her husband.

"Welcome back" She greeted with her arms round his neck

"You look beautiful" He smiled

She buried her face in his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Come, you must be hungry" She said as she released herself from him.

Together, they entered their house. He was greeted by his son and daughter who were waiting for him in the living room.

"Welcome father" Stacy curtsied.

"Good to have you back father" Mark bowed.

They had a feast and enjoyed the rest of the night merrily.

The next morning, Mr Benson rushed out from the house packed with resentment

"Mary!!" he hollered

Mary, who was the chief slave and in charge of handing over duties scuttled to the direction her name, was called. Her skin colour was black and rough, filled with marks at all visible sights. Her dress was totally faded and some parts had frayed.

"Yes sir" She fidgeted

He walked leisurely to her with his hands behind him and did not take his eyes off her. However, she couldn't look at him and just kept her face down.

"Look at me" He said.

Gradually, she lifted her head and a weighty slap was what followed next. She had not even registered what happened until she tasted blood from the side of her lips. She began to whimper and her lips quaked as she received the pain. She wished she could retaliate, she wished she could report him but it was impossible. She had no rights nor will of her own. She couldn't do anything.

"What happened to the yams in the barn" He asked

"Nothing sir" She said worried

She received an extra profound slap and her lip tore.

"You are very stupid for lying to me" He said.

She didn't utter a word and just kept on staring at the floor. He pulled her hair wickedly and she winced in pain

"I want every piece of spoilt yam in the barn replaced within 24 hours or else, I will deal with you callously" he said as he threw her to the floor and walked away.

She got up and dusted the sand off her body. She touched her swollen lip and sighed miserably. This was life every day for her and the rest of them. They never do or had what satisfies them. They just follow the policy. They were treated like animals, dressed in rags and scarcely ever fed. This was their life as slaves in the home of the Bensons.

A few days later, Mr Benson was packing his bags again and was leaving for Africa. After bidding farewell to his family, he left with his supposed right-hand man and they arrived at the seaport in few minutes.

"Africa, here I come" He smiled to himself as he entered the ship

Bornu Empire

"My King we've given Wukari enough time, if we do not do something to them now they would do something to us before we can even have any opportunity to do anything."

"My King, I'm fully in support of Giwa. We should not waste any more time."

The King gave a satisfied sigh and the palace went into silence for a short period of time.

"Alright my people, we will attack this clan as soon as possible" He concluded.

The chiefs and ministers cheered the King.

"Prepare the warriors, a war is happening"

And so, the Bornu clan prepared to attack Kwararafa. The so called happy town was soon known to meet its downfall.

# CHAPTER TWO

After a few days, Mr. Benson and his troop arrived at Africa. He knew what he was here for. He was not in the mood for sightseeing and tourism unlike some others. Hearing a lot about Kwararafa, he decided to look at the place before getting into business with the Bornu clan.

Sakira sat on an old clay pot smiled happily as she continued to read the small English book. She had somehow heard that the white men would be visiting soon. She was always fascinated anytime she sees these white men come to their village. As she was told, the white men were believed to come from a very different place. It was a place where metals move, a place where tree barks are used to build homes. She wanted to see all those things; she wanted to understand what her people were ignorant about. Her parents did know that she was a different child right from when she was young. She was inquisitive and always wanting to know everything. They never stopped her. Encouraging her and believing in her was what they did and they guide her to learn everything she wanted to learn. Her father got her the small book when troop of white men visited their village a long time ago. It was thrown on the floor and her father ran over to pick it before it got useless. She was impressed and very thrilled when her father gave her the book. Ever since then she had been trying to read it and she was improving. She was a girl that would never stop until she is fulfilled.

Her mother came out from the hut and smiled at her. She always admired her daughter's intelligence.

"What you have read is enough"

Sakira looked up, realizing it was her mother, she smiled. She got up from the clay pot and returned the book inside. Assisting her sisters, they carried the baskets of fishes and hurried to the market to sell them. Talking and laughing on their way was what they mostly keep themselves busy with to make the day lively. Goloba tapped Sakira quickly and pointed up front.

"Look, those are the white men." She said

Sakira was surprised and happy to see them. Her sisters dropped the basket of fishes gently and ran to where the white men were. Sakira wasn't as quickly as her sisters. They had left her to bear the burdens of the fishes alone. So instead of approaching the white men, she viewed them from afar. She couldn't lift the entire baskets, so she dropped hers and waited for her sisters. The troop was getting closer to where she stood and her heartbeats became faster. She dragged the baskets away from the road to give the troop an easy pass way.

Suddenly the troop stopped a little distance away from Sakira and a young guy approached her with a big smile on his face. This was the closest she had ever been to any white person. She admired his skin and wondered how they could look outstandingly unlike. His hair looked soft and very silky. She resisted the urge to touch it. He was auburn haired and he had a set of blue eyes. He was beautiful, tall and smart looking. He had on a floral grey shirt and a blue short with white shoes Sakira felt intimidated for some reasons as the guy got closer to her. He touched her hair and felt the texture.

"Wow, amazing." He smiled and sketched

Sakira just stood there not knowing what to do.

Her sisters smiled at her and were very joyful seeing their sister with one of them.

"Beautiful" he smiled and looked at her. "So natural, you're very beautiful if you must know that" he said not minding if she didn't understand.

"Thank you" she said.

He looked surprised and gave a big smile

"You understand that" he said and she nodded. "Amazing" he said.

Mr Benson walked to their midst and removed his grey hat. He looked at Sakira and studied her appearance. Her skin was ebony and well-polished. Her hair was pure black and packed up. The attire she wore totally different from what they had on. On her was a small sleeveless top that exposed her belly button, and around her waist was a long wrapper. The attire was cream in colour and the texture of the cloth was very thick. On her legs were no shoes but beads of cowries around her ankles. She indeed was very beautiful.

"Perfect" Mr Benson gave a cold smile

Sakira was not comfortable anymore and decided to leave. She was tired of the stares and how every one of them had one or two things to say about her.

"Goloba, Ruqqa, let's leave."

The three of them, picking up their baskets, they left the midst of the white men. Dave could not stop looking at her as she left. He loved everything about Africa. It was his dream to bring development to a country in Africa and he found the country. He loved Kwararafa, the land, the soil, and most of all, the people and their freedom. They were very different from where he came from and how sophisticated they lived there. He did hope he would get to see the beautiful girl someday again.

A few of the white men returned to Bornu the same day since their major business is there and not in Kwararafa.

They settled their camps and prepared all their materials. However, Mr. Benson was still on the lookout. He wanted the girl he had set his eyes on earlier. She had become the reason for his arrival.

"Welcome to the Bornu Empire" Giwa greeted Mr. Benson as he arrived with his horse.

"Yes. It is indeed a lovely place" Mr. Benson said coldly.

"Your visit to Bornu must have a reason" Giwa inquired as he got down from the horse

"And you're most certainly right" he grinned. "Well, since Bornu is a land of business, I have come here to make profitable business" he added.

"What do you want" Giwa asked

"I want to buy your people" He said callously

Giwa scoffed at the white man.

"You want to buy my people" He repeated

Mr. Benson remained silent and refused to tear his gaze from the black man.

"And what exactly do you intend to give us if...I give you my people" he asked

Mr. Benson grinned and tapped his fingers. Shortly his men arrived with a big chest and opened it.

"Rifles" he smirked

Giwa was very surprised and was pleased with what he was seeing.

"You will certainly get the people you want" he smiled.

Giwa had decided to sell the people of Kwararafa instead and by doing that, he sent a lot of warriors to attack this town.

***

Later that night, dozens of horsemen from Bornu arrived at Kwararafa and began to attack. Entering homes, they beat the men and sons and lock up the mothers and daughters.

"Mother!! No!!" a girl screamed as she was pulled away from her family.

For those that struggled and were rebellious, they were killed. The King of Kwararafa was attacked and killed. Every hut in Kwararafa was undergoing anguish.

"We have to leave now" Zulu said.

His family looked at him with surprise

"They're attacking. They're taking everyone. They're separating families" he said as his voice showed a bit of fear

Without hesitation, they began to pack the little they can.

"Come on, we don't have much time" he said.

A loud scaring knock was made on their door. They paused as fear rose in them.

"Khadija, it's me Musa" the voice said.

With a sigh of relief, Khadija went and opened the door. He was relieved to see his friend still in one piece.

"They took my sisters" he cried "I feel so bad not being able to have saved them" he cried

Zulu took his wife's hand to calm the fear he noticed.

"We have to leave now" he said.

Passing the back door, they all made their way out. And carefully they ran into the forests.

"STOP THERE!!" The voice shouted as he galloped on the horse

New fear rose in all of them and they ran faster. It was pitch black and Sakira could hardly notice anything. But all she knew was that she was on the right direction. The horses got closer and closer and with a hard knock on her head she fell to the floor and everything black.

***

Pain throbbed in her head as she tried to gather her vision back. She noticed she was moving but on what? Where was her family? Where is she? And where was she going? She asked these entire questions but didn't seem to have an answer to any of it. She sat up and noticed other girls with her in the cage. She looked forward and was greeted by the back of a moving horse. She looked up to see its rider and could automatically tell who it was. They were distinctively different from them. The Bornu clans

"Where are we going?" she whispered to the person beside her

But the person seemed to spend more of her time crying. Sakira was afraid and had no idea of what she was going to face where they were going. She looked at her hands and noticed shackles on it. She tried to yank it off but it refused. Then she noticed the others had the same thing on as well. Finally, they reached their destination and she noticed they were in the camp of the white men. What were they doing here? She asked herself. The horse came to rest and the rider got down from the horse. He unlocked the cage and dragged the girls out. Sakira was afraid and was not ready to face whatsoever was out there. As the man tried to pull her out, she resisted. With full force, he pulled her out and she fell face flat to the ground.

"Hey easy there, these are women" one of the white men said

"These are no women. They are nothing but play tools" the rider said.

Sakira grunted as she managed to get on her knees. Rage filled her and she wanted to do nothing but to kill that rider but unfortunately, she couldn't. She still wondered where her family was and tried to search but it was useless. She was pulled up wickedly as she was made to walk with the others. She still didn't know what was going on but she knew for sure this was not a good thing that was happening. Then she was shocked when she saw someone. It was the man she saw yesterday. How.... what was he doing here? They were made to line horizontally and shortly Mr. Benson walked slowly to them.

"Yes. They got me the perfect one" he smiled wickedly.

He lifted his hand and touched her chin but she yanked her face away from him.

"Hmm gutsy" he chuckled.

Then he turned to around and spoke to his men.

"Pack her up. She's coming with me" he said.

# CHAPTER THREE

Sakira and a few other girls were made to get into the ship at the Benue River. She tried to struggle but the men were stronger. They were packed and locked up in a dark cabin. Sakira tried not to cry but it didn't work. Hot tears rolled down her cheek as fear rose in her. She had no idea of where she would be going. The ship swayed in motion and they heard noises from the top of ship, the shackles on them made noises as the ship moved. Sakira remembered her mother's youthful song when her grandma passed on and cried in bitterness and in a louder voice singing; and other captured children started whaling.

Later, an event was taking place on the deck. The sound of music played and could be heard from the dark cabin. Silence was the only thing speaking in the cabin. Suddenly the door to the cabin was opened and the girls jolted in fear. A huge white man came in. he looked rough and scary. His boots made intimidating noises as he got closer to them

"Well hello there, ladies. Time to have some fun" he chuckled wickedly

He held a girl roughly and picked her up. Sakira looked at the girl and shivered in fear. She wondered where the girl would be taken to

"No please, I beg you" she cried

"There isn't anything like begs" he snarled.

And in the twinkle of an eye, she was taken outside. The only thing that could be heard of her was screams and cries. Sakira closed her eyes and wished for all this to just be a nightmare. But regrettably, it wasn't. The door opened again and her heartbeat increased. The man at the door walked majestically into the cabin and stopped in front of Sakira. Sakira looked up, her body interpreted fear but she tried to be as bold as she could be.

Mr. Benson crouched in front of Sakira and grinned.

"What is your name?" he asked impersonally

Silence

"I will ask again. What is your name?" he asked austerely

Silence

Suddenly, a weighty strike landed on her face and her lip tore immediately.

"What is your name!?" he growled.

"Sakira" she said as she shook with rage.

She gave him the coldest look she had.

He held her face roughly

"No matter how tough you may act, I'm still your master" he said as he released her face like she was a disease.

Leisurely, he got up and walked out of the cabin.

The next day, Sakira was summoned and was sent to the deck of the ship

"She's here sire" the white man bowed and left.

She noticed the way everything was; the ship was a fancy one. All the white men were here eating and drinking, while her and her kinds were down there hardly having water to drink. Have this people no hearts?

"Get the drinks from the waiter over there and serve my friends and me, do you understand?" he said without even second thoughts.

She hesitated.

He glared at her and repeated himself

"Do I make myself clear" he asked unemotionally

She had to obey peacefully to avoid problems.

"Yes sir" she said and left

A tray with three wine glasses and a bottle of champagne, she carried it to where Mr Benson was.

"Here it is sir" she said as she stood in front of the men

"Good. Drop it" he said to her

"Is this her?" Mr Solomon asked

"Yes" Mr Benson smiled

"She indeed looks smart" he said.

Gently dropping the tray on the table, she opened the bottle and poured the wine into the glasses.

"Impressive" Mr Solomon mocked. "I never expected she could have functioning brains" he added

"This one's mine and she's not going anywhere" he laughed.

"What is your name?" Mr Solomon asked Sakira

"Sakira" she said sternly

"Hmm, Sakira" he repeated.

"You may leave" Mr Benson dismissed her rudely.

As she returned to where she was previously, she looked up to see someone. The person looked familiar; the hair colour was the same. Could it be that guy? She asked herself. Noticing a presence, Dave turned around and was very surprised when he saw Sakira. His big smile returned to his face.

"You, you're here. How? What are you doing here?" He asked with surprise.

"I...I don't know" she said frowned "I was separated from my family. A man seems to be the reason why I am here" she added

"Is the man's name Mr. Benson?" he asked

"I don't know" she said

Dave frowned when he heard the statement from her. He knew it was none other than Mr. Benson that was responsible for her presence here. She was going to join the others at his place. He was well known for slave trade and unfortunately, she has become one of them.

"He brought you here" he said and she nodded slightly. She was not comfortable with him, after all he could be the like them.

Dave was not at ease with this. He knew Benson was merciless when it comes to slaves and he treats them like animals. He wished he could do something, but his father would never let him. His father had presaged him not to ever meddle with the matters of the Bensons except business.

As expected, his father called.

"Dave, I want you here now" His father said.

Sakira turned around to see the man that called Dave and saw it was an older version of him.

"I didn't get to know your name" he said.

"Sakira" she said candidly

"Just as beautiful as the name itself" he smiled.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. I look forward seeing you again" he beamed as he left.

Dave hurried to join his father at the other side of the deck.

"Father, can we buy that girl from Benson" Dave asked

"It is obvious Benson won't sell her." his father said.

Dave was dissatisfied. He certainly did not want Sakira looking like the other ones at Mr Benson's place. She was young, bright and innocent. She doesn't deserve whatever she was going to face at Mr Benson's place.

He perceived a set of people laughing and he turned to see them laughing at Sakira, who was on the floor picking up shattered glasses. And then, a woman arrived and drew Sakira by her hair. Insulting and beating her. Dave couldn't stand the sight anymore.

"Don't go anywhere. It's none of your business" His father said firmly.

"But father" he argued.

"No buts. Sit there and don't get up" he said simply.

Sakira left the place and headed to a small dirty cabin. She sat on the bed and cried. All her arm was covered with blood. Glass shards had already penetrated through her skin... She couldn't stop crying. She wanted to go back home. A knock was suddenly made on the door.

"Who is there?" she asked in fear. Afraid that someone might have found her in another cabin

"It's Dave" the voice said.

She opened the door as she recognized the voice and he entered with a box that had a red cross on it. He sat on the bed, opened the box and called her to sit.

"What is this?" she asked

"A first aid kit" he said.

He placed the box to his left and moved closer to her. Gently lifting her arm, he cleaned the skin with antiseptic and removed all the glass pieces in her skin. It stung her but she could withstand it. He cleaned the wound again with alcohol until the blood stopped.

"There, your wound should heal in no time" he said.

She stared at him with shock.

"Why are you nice?" she asked, "Why are you not like everyone out there?" she added

He smiled.

"That's because I chose to be" he said.

He looked at her and smiled. He got up, closed the first aid box and was about to leave.

"Rest well" he advised and she nodded.

He left the room

At least light has been added to what's remaining of her. She returned to the original cabin before any suspicion rose and did sleep well and did not have to feel any pain throughout the night.

# CHAPTER FOUR

_14 days later._

They finally arrived at Britain. Sakira was mesmerized by everything she saw. It was like she was taken to a whole different world. It was nothing like her village. There were no trees, no huts; everything here was amazing to her. She looked at the moving carriages and a lot of busy people. The girls and she had been put inside the cage and transported to a place. She still wandered what happened to her family. As she watched the people of this strange land pass by, they looked at them and made curse words. At some other parts of the streets, some black people were being whipped and abused brutally and no one seemed to do anything about it. Is this what she was coming to face? She thought.

Finally, they arrived at their destination and that was Mr Benson's home. Sakira observed that there were more black people here. She was distressed and then comprehended they were not all as good looking and well taken care of like Mr Benson. She wondered why they were all like that. They came to a stop but they were still in the cage, she noticed three white persons coming out from the beautiful looking house, they approached Mr Benson and greeted him.

"Welcome Father" The girl curtsied.

Sakira admired the girl's beauty. Her hair was golden and braided to one side. She wore a blue lace gown that had butterflies designs all round it. She looked like a princess. Her blue eyes made everything matching and complete.

"I see you've arrived with more of them" she said as she made eye contact with Sakira.

Mr Benson smiled lightly and walked into the house followed by his wife.

Stacy was never in support of her father having slaves. She saw no wrong having them and taking care of them. But when you have them just to torment them was what she didn't like. She had spoken to her father more than a few times and tried convincing him to stop the act but he on no occasion listens. One thing she knew to herself was that she would never participate in this wicked act her family is undertaking.

Mark, the first son came near the cage the girls where and studied them like someone deciding to buy something on a stall. He stopped abruptly when he looked at Sakira.

"This one's a beauty" he said as he lifted her face and caressed her jaw.

Sakira did not like him immediately and was not comfortable with his act. Nobody had the right to touch her anyhow. She determines when to be touched. Stacy pulled his hand away.

"Let's go" She said.

"I'll see you later" he grinned

They left her and departed into the house. The cage was soon opened and the girls were taken to their various quarters. Sakira stood there looking around the house. Mary advanced to Sakira and smiled at her.

"You're welcome" She greeted.

Silence. She did not wish to be welcomed to a place like this.

"Come, let me take you to where you would be staying" Mary said as she walked ahead.

Sakira trailed behind her until they got to their destination. Mary motioned to her and Sakira entered the small building. She could pick out the difference between this building and the one she just saw earlier. This building was dark and was not as neat as the other one. Why are the two buildings different? She wondered. Why are all the blacks looking tattered? She was curious and she needed answers.

"Why is this place different" She asked

"What do you mean?" Mary turned to face her

"What exactly are we here?" she asked

Mary smiled sadly.

"We're all slaves" She replied

"Slaves?" she was confused

"Yes. We work every day. We follow rules, we do anything they tell us to do" she said

Sakira didn't know what to do but one thing that was busy in her head was how to get out of this place

"So, I'm here to be a slave?" Sakira asked

"I'm afraid yes" Mary said.

There was a long silence between both and Mary finally broke it.

"The mattress at the far left is yours" she said as she pointed to the direction.

Slowly, Sakira walked to where it was. The mattress was a slightly different from what she slept on at home. The only difference was its smoothness. Nevertheless, she still slept on the floor. There was no difference. She has come here to suffer. She cried grasping the thought. She detected a presence beside her and she looked up to see Mary.

"I will advise you not to cry. Just accept your fate and continue here till you age. Because, there's no going back." She said

"I won't be able to go back home" Sakira asked and Mary shook her head.

No. she thought to herself. She won't remain here. She had rights, and no one had the right to take it away from her.

"Master calls for you" Mary said as she left the building.

Sakira got up from her mattress and commenced to the other building. Following the directions given to her, she entered the house. Her mouth was left ajar by the beauty of the house. It was breath-taking. She had never seen anything this fine-looking. The chairs in the living room looked like what her King uses back at the village but just a restructured version. The red rug in the middle of the room looked so fluffy, she resisted the urge to place her feet on it. The interior decorations were made of ceramics and were well arranged on top of the fire place. The house smelled like fresh vanilla. A large opening led to the feasting room and that was where she saw the delighted family. She strode towards the family and silence was what followed.

"Well, who gave the black thing an invitation" Mrs Benson insulted.

"You called sir" She said disregarding the woman's insult.

"Yes. I want to properly introduce you to my family" He said.

"Oh, she'll get to know me well enough in bed" Mark spoke softly giving her a flirtatious look.

"This is my wife" he pointed. "My son and my beautiful daughter" he said.

"I'm pleased to know you all" She said with a disinterested face.

"I must assume Mary must have told you your purpose here"

"Yes, she did" she said.

"Good." He said. "So, don't think you're here for any fun life" he said as they all burst into laughter.

Sakira was humiliated and she felt deficient.

"You can leave now" he said.

She left the house and tears fell from her eyes as she returned to the slave quarters. Does this mean she would never see her family again? She would never have to sell and eat fish with her family again. Still again, she had no idea about the whereabouts of her family. She couldn't accept that hard truth. She wanted to go home. He just said it clearly; she was not here for fun.

Opening the door, the laughter she heard stopped. She noticed all of them looking so petrified but they relaxed when they saw it was her.

"You're back. Did it go well?" Mary enquired

"Well, he confirmed what you said" She said as she sat on her mattress.

"Mary, do you mind doing some introductions" Chris asked

"Yes, I'm sorry. Everyone this is Sakira" then she faced Sakira "This is Chris. That's Rita, Frank, Tammy, Esther and everyone else" she chuckled. "You'll eventually get to know everybody soon enough." She added

Sakira was less interested in knowing people. She was disquieted on how she would leave this place.

"How can I leave this place" she asked Mary.

"There's no leaving" Chris answered instead.

"Why?" she asked keenly.

"There's only one gate in this house and that is to enter. For us slaves, there's no going out. You go out, you die." He emphasized.

The last statement sent a bolt to Sakira. She had no idea of how she would save herself from this. Would she really have to accept this fate?

As the day got darker, they all settled on their various mattresses. Mary noticed Sakira was yet to sleep; she gave a sad sigh and retreated to her mattress. After a while of intense thinking, she finally gave in to sleep.

# CHAPTER FIVE

Dave adjusted his black tie as he checked himself in the mirror. He did love his attire today. A black trouser with a white shirt tucked in firmly. He discarded the jacket since the weather was favourable today and the meeting was not exactly official. He picked up his briefcase as he got ready for today's business at the Bensons'. He was more excited about the fact that he would get to see Sakira again. He smiled to himself just at the thought of her name.

"You ready son?" His father asked

"Yes father" he smiled.

"Remember, we are going there for business strictly. No further discussions and no giving out of personal information." He said.

"Yes father." He smiled.

They left their house and got into their carriage. They did not live extravagantly like the Bensons. Mr Parker did not really encourage a loud life. He just loved to be on his own. But Dave was nothing like his father. He was peculiar. He always wanted to know something about everything. Mr Parker wandered where Dave got his behaviour from, and then he remembered his wife. His wife was also like Dave and that behaviour was what led her to her death.

They arrived at the Bensons and the gate was opened for them.

"Remember, strictly business" His father reminded.

"Yes father" he grunted

As they got down from the carriage, Mr Benson approached them happily.

"Ha my jolly old friend" Mr Benson greeted.

"Good to see you again Frank" Mr Parker shook his hand.

"This good-looking man here must be your son" He smiled

"Yes, this is Dave."

"Good day sir" he bowed.

"Would make a fine husband for Stacy huh" he teased. "Come on, my lady is waiting." He led the two men to the house

"It's so good to see you again Eric" Mrs Benson pecked his cheek

"Good to see you too Fiona" he said

"And Dave, you've grown into a fine young man" she faced him

He smiled at the comment.

"I'm sure you'll have a lot of women on you" she teased and he laughed. "Have your sit while I get your tea served" she said as she left them.

The men continued their discussions and gradually progressed to business. Dave still hoped he would still get to see Sakira before he leaves.

Sakira was at the farmlands harvesting cotton. It was a little difficult for her since she had never done it before. They were all woken up very early by Mr Benson. He had aligned them horizontally and giving them instructions on what to do. Then he left saying something about having an important guest to attend to. They had been on the farmlands since early morning and it was past mid-day. They were all tired, even Sakira never worked liked this at her village. Her hands were bruised from removing the cotton from its stem since it had thorns. They had a mean supervisor who whipped them heartlessly. Luckily, he did not reach her side. After harvesting so much, they all returned to their quarter. Today was their lucky day since Mr. Benson had guests. After the cotton harvest, they barely had any more work to be done.

"I hear he is very handsome" she heard her roommate

"I think his name is Dave" the other said.

Sakira was surprised at the name, could it be? She didn't want to jump into conclusions quickly. It could be another Dave. Suddenly, Mrs. Benson entered and the whole room went silent

"I need one of you in the kitchen now" she said hard-heartedly

As Mary was about to get up Sakira stopped her.

"I'll go" she said.

Mary returned to her mattress and Sakira followed her mistress to the kitchen.

She hoped it was really Dave and not someone else. Getting into the house, she searched around silently and didn't see Dave, only an older man talking with Mr Benson. Not focusing ahead of her, she hit something or rather someone and the liquid poured on her clothes. She gasped, surprised at the act.

"I'm so sor.... Kira" he was stunned.

Dave was very happy to see her. He thought he would never see her today. He smiled and was very satisfied seeing her.

"Dave" She whispered and smiled.

Her instincts did not betray her. She thought she would never see him again.

"Is everything alright" Mrs. Benson approached them.

"Yes, everything is fine" Dave replied quickly to avoid any suspicion. "I just bumped into the maiden here" he said

"Alright" she said. "Sakira get into the kitchen" she added.

"I'll see you later" he whispered to her and she nodded.

She got into the kitchen and found Mrs. Benson scowling at her.

"Don't get your hopes high. He's marrying Stacy. He doesn't deal with people like you" she said.

"I'm sorry ma'am I have no idea of what you're talking about. I only bumped into the young master. I don't know him." She said.

"I'm warning you that's all" she said. "Carry on with the dishes" she said as she left the kitchen.

Dave was tired of their boring meeting and wanted to see Sakira. Then he noticed his father's empty plate. He smiled.

"Um, I'm sorry to interrupt. I'll just have this plate get to the kitchen" he said.

"No, don't bother. I'll have the slaves do it" Mr. Benson said.

"No sir, I insist" he said.

"Well then. The kitchen is at the left down the hallway" he gestured

"Thank you" he smiled and left with the plate in his hands

Thankfully, his father did not stress the matter. He got into the kitchen and smiled when he saw her. He adored her black beauty. He noticed she had a different cloth on this time. It was a brown faded dress; it looked nothing like the one she wore when he first met her. He watched her fragile hands move as she washed the dishes. He could only imagine how her hands would fit into his. He was really attracted to her. He had been standing there for God knows how long just staring at her. He became aware of those brown eyes that made him realize she was aware of his presence.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked.

"I don't know" he shrugged.

"What are you doing here?" she said as she continued washing

"I wanted to see you" he said.

She paused and turned to face him. There was a large space between them but Dave walked closer and shortened the space.

"I missed you" he smiled.

Now there was fairly any space between them. Sakira was not sure about this act Dave was putting up, she wanted it but Mrs. Benson had already warned her. She can't afford to risk anything right now.

"You shouldn't be here" She said.

"Why?" he frowned. "Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked

"That's not why" she said. "Madam had already told me to stay away from you and I told her I didn't know you" she said.

Dave sighed understanding her reasons

"Can I call you Kira?" he asked.

She was surprised at the new name and the immediate change of topic. But she was grateful for that.

"I shortened your name" he stated.

"I like it" she smiled.

"Really? Well then, it's Kira now" he said

There was a long silence between them and they just kept on staring at each other smiling. Dave looked at her tempting lips and then her glassy eyes. He had never seen anyone has beautiful as she was. She was indeed a paragon of beauty.

"You're really beautiful" Dave said not taking his eyes of her. "And you seem healthy too" he added

"What.... did you expect to see me in rags?" she scoffed and tried to hide her smile

"No.... I mean.... they allow you have time for yourself" he stammered.

"At least for now" she smiled.

Then the silence returned she just stared into his blue eyes. She had never felt the way she was feeling now. It was a whole new feeling, a feeling of desire. It was almost uncontrollable. Now she noticed that there was no much space between them and was trapped between his arms behind the kitchen sink. As much as she wanted this feeling, she couldn't accept it.

"You should go now" she said as she turned away from his eyes.

He nodded and stepped away from her.

"I'll see you some other time" he said as he left.

She sighed and continued the dishes.

As Dave returned to the living room, he noticed Stacy coming down from the stairs.

"My lady" he bowed.

"Sir David, how lovely to meet you" she curtsied.

"It's Dave actually" he chuckled.

"Well, I like David." She smiled

"I see the introductions have started." Mrs. Benson smiled "carry on. Both of you had already been matched from heaven" she smiled as she walked to the kitchen.

Dave and Stacy continued chatting and Sakira returned to her quarters. She felt a pinch of disappointment when she saw him with their daughter. She felt discouraged. Their daughter was very pretty and elegant. She was nothing like her.

Dave and his father bid their goodbyes and left the Bensons' place. He felt a bit sad since he doesn't know when next his father will want to come here again and that determines when he would get to see Sakira again.

# CHAPTER SIX

_Kwararafa_

Haija sat outside the hut and couldn't stop crying. A week had passed and Sakira was yet to be found. They had lost her when they were on the run. They had been able to escape and hide from the Bornu warriors. After the chaos had calmed down, they returned home. Unfortunately, Sakira did not return with them. Zulu and his men had searched the village but their daughter was nowhere to be found. It seemed like she had been taken by the warriors from Bornu. Zulu was filled with rage but there was nothing he could do. Their daughter was gone. Zulu came out from the hut and sat beside his wife. He threw his arm around her and did nothing but to calm her down. Haija cried more as she buried her face in her husband's chest.

"I miss her" she cried "I miss her so much" she sobbed

"I miss her too" he said as he tried to control himself from crying.

Britain

Another hectic day for Sakira and the rest, they set out to the farmlands and began to uproot weeds from the land.

"We cannot finish this today" Sakira said tiredly

"We don't have a choice" Rita said.

"No, I can't continue. It's nerve-racking. I'm really tired" she sighed and sat on the floor.

She couldn't cope anymore. It's been two weeks since she has been here. She was tired of them, tired of the work they were given continuously. She missed Dave, ever since that day, she never saw him again. She hoped he would come around again but she never saw him. She had only a memory to herself. She was lost in thoughts; she hadn't realized Mark behind her. Hastily she got up and greeted him.

He scoffed. "Resting on the job eh?" he asked harshly.

Having no reply, she remained silent. Mark derided and slapped her suddenly. Surprised at his wicked act, she confronted him.

"What have I done to deserve that slap" she asked trying to keep her tears in.

He scoffed again. "This brat, what right do you have to question my authority" he slapped her again.

This time she tasted blood. Everyone watched what was going on but refused to intervene.

"You will not slap me again" she stated angrily.

She was shaking as adrenaline flowed through her body.

He laughed. "You really have the guts to talk back" he said.

"Young master please, forgive her. She doesn't know what she's doing" Mary begged.

"You had better mind your business" he said sternly. "As for you, you're going to get what you deserve" he said to Sakira and walked away.

She broke down and cried heavily as soon as she realized he had gone. What he did to her was typical abuse. She only rested for a little while and he hit her. She really did not deserve that. But unfortunately, that is what all slaves are made to face.

Suddenly Mr. Benson walked to the farmland engorged with rage. She stopped cutting when she saw the man drew near her. As he got closer to her, he sent her a grave slap that made her loose her steadiness and she fell to the floor. This time she couldn't hold in her tears she looked at Mr. Benson with anger and scorn.

"You don't disrespect your masters. You hear me?" he shouted.

Mark came out from his back giving a contented smile. So, this was what exactly what they went through. Their own side was never heard, they judged from only one side. This was wrong, Sakira thought. She had rights and no one should take it away from her.

"I never disrespected your son" she spoke back fearlessly.

They were astonished by her act. They expected her to beg at their feet but they were wrong. They were dealing with a tough person.

"You never heard from my own side" she said crossly as she cried.

"You don't have anything to say when it comes to disrespect" Mr. Benson said unsympathetically.

"I'm human" she cried. "I have rights. I don't deserve to be treated like this" she added.

Mr. Benson ridiculed. "When it comes to being a slave, you're not any difference from an animal" he said as he walked away.

Later that night, Sakira sat on her mattress and could not stop crying. She wanted to go home. This was hell on earth. She can't cope with this anymore. She needed to leave desperately. Picking herself up, she was about sneaked out the quarters.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you" a voice said.

She turned to see Mary.

"I'm not going to remain here" she said.

"You can't leave by yourself" she said. "Where exactly do you want to go from here?" she asked

Sakira thought about that and hated to admit that Mary was right.

"Who exactly do you know that can help you leave this place?" she asked

Sakira fell to the floor and cried.

"I don't want to be here anymore" she cried.

"Do you think anyone of us wants to be here either?" she asked "I don't want to be here as much as you don't want to be here. But what choice do we have? We can't all leave at once, where would we run to? Sakira, this is our fate, this is where destiny wants us to be. You just have to accept it" Mary said.

"No, I don't want this destiny." She cried. "I can't accept this" she said

"You should apologize to the master tomorrow" Mary said as she went back to sleep.

No, she wasn't going to remain here, destiny should not determine her, she should be the one to determine her destiny. This is not what she wants. She would leave this place even if it would cost her life.

She knelt in front of Mr. Benson feeling vastly dishonoured.

"I sincerely apologize for the rebellious act I portrayed yesterday" she said neutrally

"Well, I hope you've learnt your lesson" he said sternly as he walked away.

She got up from her knees and was about to leave the house.

"You should apologize to Mark for disrespecting him" he said finally.

She reached for the stairs and climbed to Mark's room. She knocked the door on the right after getting directions from Mr. Benson. She has never been to this part of the house.

"Come in" she recognized the voice.

She entered and Mark smiled as he saw her.

"What a surprise visit" he said like nothing ever happened.

She detested him. Everything about him built the hatred she had for him.

"I have come to apologize for disrespecting you yesterday" she said.

"That's better. You should have done this earlier and I wouldn't have involved my father" he said.

She tried her best to hold in her anger and gave a loud sigh instead.

"I'm very sorry for my unruly act" she said unapologetically

"It's fine. You're forgiven" he smiled.

He stopped her as she was about to leave the room.

"Don't go anywhere, I haven't dismissed you yet." He said strictly

There was no smile anymore it was now a look of lust. He got closer to her and rubbed her jaw. She cringed at his touch and wanted nothing more than to be away from him now.

"God, you're very beautiful" he said lustfully.

The words sounded repulsive in his mouth and she did not appreciate it. She tried not to be affected by his move but it was ineffective.

"You shouldn't be doing this" she stuttered.

"I can do whatever I want with you" he said immorally

He pinned her to the wall and began to kiss her neck. She did not like what he was doing, again he was abusing her. She fought back but he was stronger. His hands fondled with her body, she cried and wished for him to leave her. He found the closure to her dress and was about to pull it down.

"No!" she cried. "Please don't do this" she pleaded. "I beg you" she cried.

He pulled away and smiled when he finally found her weakness. He held her hands roughly and threw her on the bed. He locked his door and began to unbuckle his trousers.

"This is going to be fun" he chuckled.

"No!" she cried. "Save me God" she whispered to herself.

She got down from the bed and tried leaving the room but he caught her again and threw her on the bed. He was on top of her and locked her in between his laps. She punched his chest and screamed but he hit her until she became weak and could not fight him anymore. She felt something hard penetrate through her body and she screamed loud but it was futile. She cried heavily as he rocked her body. Why did this have to happen to her? She thought. This was not what she wanted; she never wanted to be broken like this.

A few minutes later after he had gotten his pleasure, he tossed her out of his room. She felt dirty, numb and inert and she walked torpidly away from the house.

She cried as she walked and she looked staggered when she noticed Mr. Benson. He turned to see her messy looking hair and dress roughly handled. He was pleased with his son; he did know how to give a good punishment.

"You were here all along?" she asked in disbelief.

"He gives what he wants. You deserved it. Now leave" he said pitilessly.

The statement he made hurt her badly. How could a father talk this evilly? He had a daughter for God's sake. She thought. She returned to the quarters and the reaction everyone gave her was pity. She didn't need the stupid pities.

"You'll be fine" Mary said.

Sakira scoffed and laughed softly. "I'll be fine, he stole my virginity" she said

"He did the same to every female here. You're not different Sakira" Mary said.

"You knew this was going to happen" Sakira cried.

Mary kept silent and looked at the floor.

"And you never warned me. You wanted this to happen." She concluded

"No Sakira, I would never...."

"Why didn't you tell me!!" she shouted as tears fell from her eyes.

"Because it wouldn't have changed anything" she said.

Sakira couldn't believe what she just heard. They were all the same. They just accept what they are given. No, she's not ready to live that useless life. She has had enough of this place and was ready to leave this place. She has wasted enough time.

# CHAPTER SEVEN

Nightmares became a constant thing every night. Sakira couldn't sleep anymore; she couldn't get her mind of the fact that she had been raped.

"Sakira I'm so sorry you have to go through this" Mary apologized

Sakira looked at her with frail eyes. She had herself folded up against the wall, her hair was all scattered and disorganized. She looked sick and pale. Mary didn't know what to do and just sighed sadly. She returned to sleep leaving Sakira where she was.

One morning, Mrs. Benson walked into the slave quarters with a slave holding a bucket of water beside her. She stood in front of Sakira who was sleeping peacefully on her mattress.

"Pour the water on her" she said folding her arms.

The slave looked at her with shock.

"Are you hearing-impaired?! I said pour the water on her" she said firmly

Without further discussions, the slave poured the water on her and Sakira jolted from sleep. Coughing and trying to regain her sight, her hair was pulled by Mrs. Benson. Sakira got up from the bed and allowed herself to be pulled by Mrs. Benson to ease the grip on her hair. Mrs. Benson with no heart of pity threw Sakira to the floor roughly. She winced in pain as her hand collided with the rocky soil.

"So, sleeping with my son is what you find pleasure in doing now is it?" she said ruthlessly

Sakira got up from the floor and sighed. She was accused for the least thing she would do. Mark lied against her.

"I never slept with your son" she said calmly

"What's that?" Mrs. Benson asked

"I said I never......"

Sakira paused in her statement when a grave slap landed on her face.

"You filthy liar, you force yourself on my son and you're here telling me lies" Mrs. Benson said.

Sakira's lips quaked as tears rolled down her eyes. She really did not know what to do anymore. She couldn't even believe Mark could tell such lies; after all, he got what he wanted. Why did he have to take this far? She was angry, broken and feeling gloomy that she couldn't do anything to save herself from this ordeal.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Mrs. Benson requested.

Sakira was quiet and refused to say a word.

"Are you deaf? You can't speak?" she asked wickedly.

"I have nothing to say. I cannot express regret for the iniquity your son is to blame for" she said heatedly.

"You insolent bastard" Mrs. Benson said surprised at the statement Sakira had made.

"You really do have the fortitude to make such statement, and I swear you'll get exactly what you be worthy of" she said and walked away.

Sakira gave a frustrated sigh and returned to the slave quarters.

"What happened?" Mary inquired

Sakira remained silent and walked listlessly to where her mattress was. She lifted her wet mattress from the floor and made it rest on the wall.

"Sakira" Mary called from behind her.

"Mary, please I would like to be left alone" she said firmly.

Mary sighed sadly and left Sakira. She did understand what Sakira was going through and she wanted to help but it was obvious Sakira didn't want any help.

***

Dave approached his house and sighed as he put the car to rest immediately he got in. He couldn't stop thinking about Sakira; he longed to see her again. He really missed her. He had no idea how he had become really attracted to her and it all started the first time he laid his eyes on her. He wished for her to leave the Bensons but fear had a great effect on him. He knew he could help her but his father would never approve him. Would he just continue to watch her suffer? He loved her but he couldn't have her. What kind of thing was that? He thought to himself. He had to do something, but how? How would he start?

***

Later that evening, Mr. Benson barged into the slave quarters.

"Sakira come out here" he said belligerently.

Her heartbeat skipped and for the first time since she got here, fear encroached in. Mrs. Benson already told her to expect something big and brutal and she just sat there all day thinking of what kind of punishment could be like that.

Sakira got up and walked out of the slave quarters. She came out to see a wooden table filled with all sorts of torture tools, and she wondered who exactly those tools are for. Mr. Benson walked to the table and picked a long two stripped whip, then looked at Sakira.

"You know what I hate the most?" he asked

Sakira was silent and just stared at Mr. Benson. Mrs. Benson came out from the house followed by Mark.

"Disrespecting my wife." He paused "Tie her up" He said

Two men that she had not noticed came from behind and tied her to face the tree. Mark folded his arms and enjoyed the view. Mrs. Benson opened her fan and fanned herself slowly. Sakira cried out loud as she heard the whip approach her. She couldn't phantom the pain she would receive from that man-slaughter. Mr. Benson came to her front, showed her the whip and smiled wickedly

"I think from this you'll learn" he said

"Please, I beg you" she cried.

He ignored her plead and returned to her back. She closed her eyes as she welcomed the pain. The first strike he made sent a revolting shock to her and realization set in that she had just been whipped. She screamed and cried out loud. It was like using a sharp blade to slice your skin continuously. She cried at every contact the whip made with her skin. Mr. Benson continued and did not get tired of whipping her. She couldn't cry anymore and just accepted more pain. Sakira became feeble and couldn't stand on her feet anymore. And gradually, she fell into darkness.

"Father Stop!!!" Stacy shouted as she pushed her father away from Sakira.

"Don't involve yourself in this" he said to her panting.

"Can't you see father, she's not moving. Why do you do this?" she asked and wondered if the man standing in front of her was truly her father.

"She disrespected your mother!!!" he yelled at her

"And so, what" she said firmly not caring if her mother was there. "Is it enough to kill her? I can't believe you. You were never like this before. Each time you do this, you build the hatred I have for you" she said and walked away.

Mr. Benson stood there gobsmacked with the blooded whip in his hand. He threw the whip to the floor and returned to his house. Mrs. Benson smiled at lifeless Sakira and returned inside. Mark looked at her unmoving body and felt some sort of remorse but shove it off quickly and entered inside.

Mary ran to where Sakira was and cried bitterly.

"Oh no" she wept.

She untied her from the tree and three other slaves ran to help her carry Sakira back to the quarters.

"She doesn't deserve this" Mary said

Chris looked at her and sighed.

"We all don't deserve this." He said.

Mary treated Sakira's wounds and hoped she would recuperate soon.

***

Dave's carriage stopped in front of the gate as one of his father's slaves opened it for him. He sighed as he sank into the carriage seat. He couldn't stop thinking about Sakira. It's been two weeks since he last saw her and he wished to see her again. He wanted to help her leave the Bensons but had no idea. Fear was his greatest dilemma. He knew he would have to risk a lot to save her but was he all set to put all at stake to save the one person he loves?

Without taking off his clothes, he retreated to his study room and fell on his seat. He covered his face with his palm as his elbow found support with table. Slowly, he lifted his head and smiled. If his father wasn't going to have any business transaction, he could create one. He smiled at the thought of it. But he couldn't do it alone.

"Dave, you have a visitor" His father said as he opened the door.

"Who" he asked

"Victor" he said

Perfect timing. He thought to himself.

# CHAPTER EIGHT

Three days had passed and Sakira was yet to regain consciousness. Mary was scared and hoped Sakira was not dead.

"But what if she's pretending?" Mrs. Benson asked

Mr. Benson had no reply to her question and just kept pacing around the house

"Get the doctor" he said to his wife.

The doctor arrived after a while and necessary treatments took place.

"She'll be alright" the doctor said as he got up

"When will she be awake" Mr. Benson asked sternly

"Well, this evening or tomorrow morning" he said

"Good" Mr. Benson said as he left the slave quarters.

The doctor left and Mary returned to Sakira's side. She smiled and saw the ease on Sakira's face. It was a face that never wanted to be awoken from sleep.

"Sakira please wake up. Let's fight this together. I'm with you now. I feared taking risk but with what you've been through, I think it's time we fight back. So please wake up. I can't take any step without you." She cried.

Dave had spoken to his friend Victor and told him about his plans and how his father must know nothing. Victor being very supportive decided to help his friend.

"Are you sure you don't want your father to know about this" victor asked

"Absolutely, He will stop me if he finds out" he said.

"Why exactly are you going to Mr. Benson's house?" victor wondered

"I want to see a friend of mine" he shrugged.

"That's it" he asked

"Basically." He said

Later in the evening, Sakira gradually opened her eyes and welcomed the pain from her back. She looked beside her to see Mary sleeping. Suddenly Mary opened her eyes and noticed Sakira and she sat up joyfully.

"You're awake" she said

Sakira smiled sadly. She wished she was still asleep. She loved the sleep, there was peace and she had no reason to be afraid. No reason to be worried or wonder what the next day was going to look like.

"I'm hungry" she said clearing her thoughts.

Mary got up and arrived shortly with a bowl of soup. She refused to let Sakira eat herself and she fed her.

"How are you feeling now" Mary enquired.

"A little better" she said weakly.

Mary looked at Sakira and felt sad for her. Her eyes were looking frail and her lips were dried. She didn't appreciate what she was seeing. She felt it was time she did something different. She wasn't going to let Sakira die here.

"I'm going to help you" Mary said.

"What?" Sakira asked looking shocked

"I'm going to help you leave this place" she completed.

Sakira couldn't explain the kind of emotions the kind of emotions that overwhelmed her.

"Are you really going to help me?" Sakira repeated

Mary nodded as she drew her eyes away from Sakira. With all the strength Sakira had, she threw herself on Mary and hugged her.

"Thank you so much" Sakira cried. "Thank you"

Mary hugged her lightly and felt satisfied but also afraid. This was a big risk and she could die but then she thought it is better to die than live a wasted life here on earth.

A few days later, Sakira was back on her feet but not fully healed yet. The wound was a deep one and it could take months before it heals finally.

"Sakira" Stacy called

Sakira stopped cutting the grasses as she looked up to see who called her. She saw Stacy and walked towards her.

"You called" she said

"Yes" she paused and handed some clothes to her. "Take this. It's yours now" she added

Sakira collected the clothes from her and was filled with surprise. She hadn't worn good clothes for weeks now. Seeing this was heart-warming.

"Thank you" she smiled softly

Stacy gave a short smile and nodded. She patted Sakira's shoulder and walked away. They never really conversed much. Sakira knew Stacy was different but distantly different. She never involved herself with whatever happens to the slaves. Giving clothes was even something new. Sakira placed the clothes in the quarters and returned to the farmlands.

"How are you" Chris asked

Sakira smiled as she continued cutting.

"What did she want" He asked

"Nothing much" she shrugged

"I hope they're not straining you again." He asked and she smiled.

Chris had been showing some sorts of interest in her but she refused to accept it. Each time he tried, she thought about Dave. She wondered why her mind would always think of him. She had not seen him in a long time, she was supposed to have forgotten about him but her heart refused to forget. Moreover, she thought more about her escape, now wasn't the time for petty romance.

The week later, Dave made his way to the Bensons. He had taken his time to plan well and was ready to act.

"So, this business deal, I hope it works out well" Mr. Parker said questioningly.

"Yes, father it will." He answered quickly.

And as Dave was about to leave his father stopped him.

"Be careful son" he said

"Yes father." He smiled and left the house before his father could stop him again.

Dave and his friend Victor arrived shortly at the Bensons. Dave's heart skipped, knowing his real intensions here but he was ready to this. He had already made up his mind to take the risk. If he really cares for her, he should be able to go any length for her.

"Welcome" Mr. Benson greeted.

His smiled faded when he noticed victor instead of Mr. Parker

"He couldn't make it today" Dave replied without waiting for the question.

"Alright" Mr. Benson nodded.

He led the two gentlemen into the house and they began to converse business. Dave was an architecture and very good with structure designing. Victor also shared the same skill but a better version of Dave. He knew how to converse well and keep someone tight in a discussion. That was the main reason why Dave decided to bring him.

They continued discussing for what seemed like hours. Dave's mind was diverted from the whole business discussion and was on how he would get to see Sakira.

"Dave do you need something" Mr. Benson asked noticing his distracted mind

"Um...as a matter of fact, yes I do need something" he stated.

"And what would that be" Mr. Benson asked.

"I would love to ease myself" he said.

Mr. Benson called a slave to lead Dave to the restroom. As soon as Dave noticed that the slave was gone, he made his way through the backdoor. He looked around to make sure he wasn't followed. He got to the slave quarters and requested to see Sakira but she wasn't in the quarters.

"Is it urgent" Rita asked him and he nodded. "I'll go get her from the farmlands" she said as she left.

Sakira was at the farmlands cutting the endless weeds from it. It was highly frustrating how they would stay under the sun for hours uprooting weeds.

"Sakira" Rita called

She looked up to see Rita advancing towards her.

"Is something wrong" she inquired.

"I don't know but the master's guest would like to see you" she said.

Sakira wondered who exactly that would be. She left the farmlands and returned to the quarters to see the mysterious person. She got in and as she made eye contacts with this person, it felt like the world had suddenly come to a stop. He was here. She thought. She wanted to smile brightly but she couldn't.

Dave cleared his throat and Rita left both in the quarters. Sakira looked around and noticed they were the only one in the building. She stood there and stared at him. She was very happy to see him. Life finally gave her something she wanted.

"Are you just going to stand there" Dave said as he broke the silence.

"How...." She couldn't find the words to say.

Dave got closer to her and caressed her face.

"I'm happy to see you too" he smiled.

Without hesitation, she fell into his arms and hugged him. He smiled happily and hugged her.

"I've really missed you" she said before she could stop herself.

"I have as well" he said.

Dave pulled her away lightly and looked straight into her eyes.

"Sakira I want you to listen carefully" he said.

She saw seriousness in his eyes and was worried.

He hesitated and looked around. After getting a confirmation that no one was listening to their conversation, he whispered.

"I'm going to help you leave this place" he said

She felt destabilized after hearing his statement. He caught her quickly in his arms before she could fall.

"Are you alright" he asked

"You really mean what you said" she cried

He nodded and swept the tears away from her face.

"Thank you. Thank you so much" she cried.

He pulled her into his arms and patted her calmly.

"But there's a plan" he pulled her away lightly as he said.

She was fully concentrated now.

"Come outside once it's midnight. I'll be waiting for you" he said.

"What" she seemed confused.

"Tomorrow, midnight. That's all I can say for now" he said.

He pushed her away hardly and she fell to the floor.

"And stay away!" he said unsympathetically.

Sakira seemed befuddled at his act but understood immediately when she became aware of the door that was opened.

"What's going on here" Mrs. Benson asked.

"It's nothing to bother you about ma'am" he said coolly.

"No. I insist. I want to know what this lowlife has done to you" she said wickedly.

Dave flinched at her statement. He did not like what Sakira was called.

"She...Um...she"

"I led him here" Sakira butted in.

Dave looked at her with a searching face.

"You slut" Mrs. Benson insulted. "How dare you"

She was about to slap her when Dave stepped in.

"No." he paused. "I mean, it's not required. I already dealt with her. I wouldn't want you getting yourself fatigued with things like this" he bit his tongue for using the word thing on Sakira but he had no alternative

"You're right" Mrs. Benson said. "Come on, let's go. My husband calls for you" she said as she left with Dave.

Sakira gave a sigh of relief and returned to the farmlands. Tomorrow, midnight. She thought to herself. She had to tell Mary about this. Mary could help her leave tomorrow.

# CHAPTER NINE

The next day arrived quickly and Sakira was yet to tell Mary all that happened between her and Dave. She was still unsure if she should trust Mary. Mary after all had decided to help her but Sakira was yet not comfortable if she could trust Mary. She had to decide quickly, telling Mary would determine her fate. It was a risk she is willing to take.

As the day got darker, the slaves retreated to their quarters. Sakira sighted Mary and pulled her into a quiet corner where no one would pay attention to them.

"Is something wrong Sakira?" Mary asked with concern.

"I have something important to tell you" she said

Mary stayed calm and waited for Sakira to talk.

"I spoke to Dave yesterday" she whispered.

Mary looked perplexed "who is Dave" she asked

"He's a friend. He is one of them" she said

"How did you know him?"

"It's a long story" she paused. "He is determined to help me leave this place" she added

"How are you sure he is not mendacious" Mary asked

"I...I trust him" she said

There was a short silence between them. Mary was not comfortable with the fact that Sakira had decided to receive help from a white man; after all they are the same. But this was her decision. She had said she trusted him.

"Alright, what do you wish for me to do?" Mary asked

Sakira gave a contented smile. She felt thankful that she may possibly trust Mary.

"I'm leaving tonight" she said.

Mary widened her eyes. "Tonight? Isn't that...all of a sudden?"

"I want you to stand in for me" Sakira said.

Mary sighed. "Alright, I'll endeavour my greatest" she said.

"Thank you" Sakira nodded.

The night arrived and everyone prepared to sleep. Mary had already planned Sakira's disguise and made sure no one was suspicious about anything. Sakira on the other hand, prepared herself for her escape.

Dave had planned his things and was prepared to leave the house. He did not really say much to his father but assured him that he would be safe and he didn't have to worry much. He had rented a small building far away from town. He couldn't risk any suspicion.

"I'm leaving father" he informed

"Alright son, come home soon" he said as he patted his shoulder.

Dave left his home, obtained a coach and went to his secluded apartment. He dropped the half way prepared documents on the work table. He had not really said much to Sakira. After waiting for a little while, he got on his horse and rode to Mr. Benson home.

Finally, it was almost midnight and everyone was asleep. Well almost everyone. Sakira gently got up from her mattress and sneaked outside the quarters. The outside was pitch black, she could hardly see her hands. She sneaked to the gates and successfully made her way outside. It was like she had finally come out from a cage. It was the feeling of freedom. She was very happy to have her legs outside that house. She ran into the forests and did not stop until she couldn't spot the house. She felt tired and stressed, she fell to the floor to relax a little. She had no idea of how Dave would locate her; he had not told her a specific place to wait. Suddenly she heard horse steps getting closer to where she was and fear encroached in. she noticed a club very close to her and she gave a quick thanks to whomever. With all determination, she picked up the club and attacked the horse rider. Hitting the horse hard on its fore legs, the rider jerked forward and fell from it. Quickly, she approached the rider with the club still in her hand. Fortunately, the rider had no sorts of weapon on.

"Who are you? What do want? Who sent you? Mr. Benson?" she asked continuously.

"For a lady, you sure ask a lot of questions." The rider grunted.

Sakira recognized the voice and felt relieved immediately.

"Dave? Is that you?" she asked with hope.

"You sure bet" he said

The club fell from her hand and she hurried to his side. Dave got up from the floor and walked to where the horse was.

"That was a pretty impressive thing you did there" he said as he caressed the horse.

"Um...I'm very sorry about your horse" she said.

"Nah, it's no big deal." He smiled

Even in the dark night, his smile still radiated.

Soon later, the horse was back on its feet and they rode to the secluded building.

"So, when do we leave" she asked as they entered the building.

"We can't leave immediately. Not just yet" he said.

Sakira did not understand what he was saying.

"Kira, we have to plan. If we leave just like that, they'll come for us. We can't take the main port. If we do, they'll find us and stop us. Mr. Benson is a very powerful person; he controls a lot of things. If I take you now, they'll request for your documents and you don't have one." He said

"So, what's the plan?"

"I need to acquire some amount of money. I need to prepare a fake document for you. I need to be able to find some other routes we could take. I need to get guns. And then we can leave" he said.

"That's a lot of work" she said

"Unfortunately, yes." He agreed.

"But what do you need guns for?" she asked

"We never know what we might face when we're on the run" he said.

She nodded. Dave sat on the chair and continued jotting some information. Sakira stood close to the door and took her time to her time to study the house. It was a simple wooden house. Nothing much was in here. Just a long work table, a small bed at the far left and a door that led to probably a toilet. The room was not furnished or decorated with anything. It seemed like Dave was not ready to spend a long time here.

"Are you just going to stand there?" he asked without taking his eyes of what he was doing.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked not giving him a reply to his question

Dave was silent for a while. "You...Um...Could just practice how you would come out from the house every midnight. So, it doesn't seem new to you. You never know when we might leave." He said

"That's it" she asked perplexed.

"Mostly." He said as twisted his lips.

She advanced to the bed and sat on it. The whole room was filled with silence. Sakira played with her fingers as she watched Dave work. She was happy being here with him; it was something she desired for quite a while.

"There has to be something I can do" she said.

Dave stopped writing and got closer to where she was. She looked at him standing in front of her and he smiled brightly at her. There was a small paraffin lamp that lighted the room, so she could see his bright smile.

"Here" he gave her a file. "Fill your details in there" he added

She took the file from him, looked at it and then at him.

"Thank you for risking a lot to help me" she said.

Slowly, Dave crouched until his face was levelled with hers.

He smiled "Honestly, I don't know why I'm doing this but one thing I do know is that, it is worth it"

She smiled and nodded. He caressed her jaw softly and couldn't stop looking at her. He was indeed attracted to her. Her charms worked perfectly on him, he didn't know if he could call what he had for her love or lust and he wasn't ready to find out. Not yet. He removed his hands abruptly and returned to his chair.

She got up and dropped the file on the table Dave was working on.

"I wanted to ask; do you live here?" she asked

He smiled. "Temporarily" he said.

After all, said and done, Dave was done jotting.

"You can rest for now. Once it is dawn I'll let you know" he said.

"I have to go?" she asked

"Yes. You can't stay. If you stay, they'll find us. Everything we do have to be done without suspicions" he said.

"Alright"

Sakira felt disappointed. She already told Mary she would leave; how would she explain herself when she returns?

"Hey, you'll be alright" he held her shoulders

"I don't want to go back there" she said almost in tears

"It's only for a short time. Trust me" he said.

She nodded and blinked her eyes continuously to avoid tears from falling. Dave embraced her until she was comforted.

Finally, they rode back to the direction of Mr. Benson's house. They were a little distance away.

"This is the closest I can take you" Dave said.

"It's alright" she said

"Tomorrow, Same place" he smiled and she returned it.

She understood the meaning of same place. It seems like their meeting point had been marked.

She returned to the quarters and fell quietly on her mattress. Today indeed marks the countdown to her freedom.

# CHAPTER TEN

Mary woke up and was very surprised to see Sakira. She had expected her to be long gone. Or else...but no she would have been locked up or tied to a tree.

"What are you doing here" she asked

"I had to come back, Dave has to be ready before we leave" she said

"I don't understand"

"Let's just say we have to plan before I leave" she said.

"We?" Mary asked perplexed

"Dave and I" she said

"Okay" Mary said not fully convinced with the whole story. "Are you sure this white guy is not deceiving you" she asked

"I don't think so. He wouldn't. He's different" she said

"Alright, if you say so" she said.

They all left the quarters and resumed duty on the farmlands. Sakira's mind was on Dave, she couldn't wait for midnight to arrive so she could sneak out again. She was lost in thoughts she had not realized Mark approach her.

"Sakira" he called

She looked up to see Mark

"Good day sir" she greeted casually

"Good day to you" he said

She was silent and waited for him to talk. She hated him with all her heart and there was nothing no one could do to make her forgive him. He stole her pride and insulted her. He is responsible for the healing scars on her back. She wished she could kill him right away but life doesn't always agree with her side.

"I want you in my room this evening" he said.

Her heart skipped as he made the statement. No, she was not going to be a play thing to any man. Especially Mark.

"I'm sorry but that won't be possible" she said

"What do you mean by that" he said as he advanced slowly to her

"Madam has...."

"Your madam will understand when she realizes I needed your attention" he said firmly tightening his hold on her arm to hurt her

She winced at his grip.

"Is that clear" he stated

"Yes sir" she grimaced.

He threw her to the floor and walked away.

No matter what it takes she would not give her body to that useless man.

Later that evening, she returned to her mattress to find stains of blood on it. She checked her dress but there was none, then she looked at the dress she had worn before and found blood on it. She held her stomach and sighed.

"It's for the best" she patted her stomach. "You cannot survive in a cruel world like this" she said. "And you also can't have a bastard as a father" she said as she cleared the clothes away.

Fortunately, she created an excuse with the earlier incident and that allowed her not to go to Mark's room. She was very thankful.

It got darker and as everyone retreated to sleep, Sakira was just in time to sneak out. When the whole building was quiet and darkness had taken over, she left the house. She ran to where she was the last time and she was just in time to see Dave. He stretched his hand and he lifted her until she was behind him on the horse. They rode away and were back at the building.

"So far I've been able to find a few places that would link us out of town" he said as he pointed on his drawn map. "If we can get here by this time, we should get a ship that would take us to Africa" he said.

"That's in three weeks from now" she said.

"Yes, we don't much time left. That's why we have to hasten things up" he said

"So, what's left?" she asked

"Guns" he said. "I need to get more money to buy at least two" he said

"And you don't have enough money" she asked

"I'll have to work for it, but it's going to take a longer time" he said

"How much would you need" she asked

"About twenty pounds and three cents." He said.

There was a diminutive silence between them and Sakira broke it in the end.

"I'll get the money" she said

"How" he asked

"Don't bother about how. Tomorrow, I'll get the money" she said

"If you're going to steal, no. don't do it" he said

"I'm not going to steal" she said

"Then what exact.... don't tell me it's what I think" he said with anticipation

She dropped her eyes in humiliation.

"You wouldn't" Dave stated

"We don't have a choice. Besides I've already lost it" she said

Dave felt like he was bashed with a dagger. Why was he feeling that way? He wondered.

"Who did you lose it to?" he asked

"Mark" she whispered.

"That bastard" he shouted as he punched the table. "I'm going to murder him" he said with wrath.

Sakira was silent and watched Dave fume in resentment.

"You will not do any of those sorts to get money. I swear, if you do it, I'll not use the money" he said

"Then how will you get the money" she asked

"I'll get it, just don't trade your body" he said, "Promise me" he said steadily

"I promise" she said

Later that morning, Sakira returned to the quarters unnoticed and retreated to her mattress.

"How did it go" a voice asked

She turned to see Mary, who was still awake and she seemed surprised

"I was waiting for you" she said observing her facial expression. "So how did it go" she asked again

"We're nearly prepared" she sighed.

"I'm proud of you Sakira" Mary declared "I'm so happy that someone can finally stand herself" she said

"Come with me" Sakira said

"I...I don't think I can" she said

"Yes, you can. We'll leave together" she said

"Then what would happen to the others Sakira? Who would be there for them" she smiled desolately

Sakira was silent and she regretted thinking selfishly.

"You go. Sooner or later, the others would want to take up the same bravery you're showing and I'll be there to help them" she said.

Sakira sighed and felt a little sad. She was going to miss Mary so much. In the end, they decided to sleep before the day got brighter.

***

Dave arrived at the pub in the afternoon. Usually, there are no many customers during the day but at night, and this was the perfect time for him to do his transaction.

"Do you have a boss here?" he asked the bartender

"Who are you" the man asked

Without further discussions, Dave brought out money from his case. "I need guns" he whispered.

The bartender nodded and led him to a room.

"Boss, you have a customer" the guy said.

"Let him in" he said.

Dave went in and the door was shut behind him.

"What service may I render to you" the man asked in a husky voice

"I need guns" Dave said as he sat opposite the man

"Guns are rare jewels. You have to have a lot of money" he chuckled.

"I have enough money for them" he said.

The man put up a very serious face and it almost scared Dave.

"Don't play with me boy, I kill if I'm being played with" the man said.

Dave brought out his case and showed the money to the man. The man relaxed and gave a casual smile

"How many do you need" he asked

"Two" he said.

"You have them. It's my pleasure doing business with you" the man smirked.

I'm very sorry father. I promise I'll pay you back with double. Dave thought.

# CHAPTER ELEVEN

A month and a few weeks had passed and Sakira was still a slave at the Bensons. She and Dave had been planning her escape and finally they were ready to leave. Midnight arrived and Sakira sneaked out of the house to their hideout.

"We leave tomorrow midnight. I have everything planned. All the routes, documents and mostly...guns. We'll be fine and in no time, we would return to your home town" he said fully concentrated on his arranged files.

"I don't know how to thank you" she said

Dave looked at her and smiled. He took her hand and rubbed it softly.

"I told you, it's worth it. You're worth it" he spoke calmly.

Silence took over as they both stared into each other's eyes. Dave moved his face closer to Sakira's and a made temporary halt, contemplating on whether he should carry on with what he had in mind. When he noticed she didn't react to his move he inched closer until there was barely any distance between them. Sakira felt her heart beat faster as his face got closer. He claimed her lips and kissed her softly. She let out a soft moan as she allowed him to kiss her. It was the first time any man would make her feel like this. She felt happy and contended with whatever was happening between her and Dave. Dave did realize on thing as he kissed Sakira. He loved her. That was why he was doing this for her. That was the reason he could dare to take this risk for her. He was madly in love with her.

Sakira stopped the kiss and smiled at him. He caressed her face and continued staring into her brown glassy eyes

"I love you Kira" he said before he could prevent himself

She was astonished by his statement but quickly replaced it with a smile and she hugged him.

"I love you too" she smiled.

Sakira returned to the house once again avoiding suspicions. She entered the quarters and was surprised to see the lights on and Mark standing close to Mary who was weeping on her knees. Oh no. she thought.

"I knew it." He said confirming his thoughts. "I knew you had been going somewhere all this while" he said.

Fear found its way into Sakira and her body was shaking.

"Where are you coming from" he asked wickedly.

"I... I...um" she stammered

Mary shook her head as she made eye contacts with her.

Mark approached Sakira slowly and each step he took made her feel like running away.

"Where did you go to Sakira" he asked strictly

She was silent and couldn't bring herself to look at him. He pulled her hair wickedly that she felt some of it leave the scalp.

"Where did you go uh?!" he shouted "Where were you? Answer me" he added

She whimpered and tears began to fall from her eyes. She was almost at the end, why now? Why is life just cruel on her path? She thought

"Were you trying to run away?" he asked and she shook her head quickly. "Then, where were you?!" he shouted.

And just in time, Mr. Benson came into the quarters.

"What's going on here? What's with all the noise" he asked.

Sakira closed her eyes in defeat as she heard her master's voice. Mark threw her to the floor and Sakira steadied herself until she was balanced on her knees.

"Sakira here, was trying to run away" he concluded

"Is that true" Mr. Benson asked

She was silent and looked at the floor. He approached her quickly and gave her a grave slap.

"Answer me!" he shouted. He held her hair tightly and she winced in pain. "It is true?" he asked sternly

This was it. All their plans are now futile. She was going to die here. She thought.

"Lock her up. Make sure she goes without food and water until she's ready to confess. And in the meantime, get the boys to investigate on this" Mr. Benson told Mark.

One of Mr. Bensons' men came into the quarters and took Sakira away. She was locked in a dark room a little distance from the quarters. She never noticed they had this building. She was thrown in and the door was locked. She felt numb and dry. Why did this have to happen? Is it a crime to return to where you belong? And gradually, tears fell from her eyes and she cried heavily. She ran to the door and banged it hard.

"Let me out" she cried. "Let me out of here" she whaled.

She was finally exhausted and she fell to the floor still in tears.

"I just want to go home." She cried. "I want to go home" she cried.

Stacy felt sad for Sakira, she promised herself not to involve with her father's slaves but then there was something about Sakira that intrigued her. Sakira was different; she was bold, daring and risked things the others wouldn't dare to think of. She was special and a spirit like that should not be killed. But what could she do? She had no business with whatever happened. Maybe it was Sakira's destiny to die here.

As the day got brighter, Mark planned with his father's men and they went out to investigate. They approached a small house in the forest and wondered maybe Sakira had something to do with this house.

"Search the building" Mark said

They rummaged round and found the building was locked.

"It's locked" one of them said.

"We'll have to come back in the night. Something tells me it would be opened by then." Mark said.

They left and returned home.

Dave on the other hand had planned to confess his entire acts to his father since it might probably be the last time he would see him.

"Father, I have something to tell you" he said straight.

Mr. Parker looked at his son and was perplexed seeing him with luggage.

"Where are you going David" he asked.

And for the first time in a long time, his father called him by his real name. Dave knew fear was the only thing that made him call him by that name.

"I'm leaving" he said shortly

"For where?" his father asked as he got up from his chair. "Where are you going to son" Mr. Parker asked

"I...I...I'm going to Africa. I'm leaving with someone." He said.

His father's face read irritation. He knew immediately what his son has been up to. Without further explanation, he slapped him.

"I warned you to stay away from them! I warned you!" His father hissed

"I can't father. I can't continue to watch the person I love suffer" he said.

"Love? There is no such thing as that" Mr. Parker said.

"To you Father. To you there is no such thing as love and that was why mother died. You were never there when she needed you the most. I'm not like you Father. I won't lose the person I love, just like you did." Dave said.

The last statement he made sent a bolt to his father. He knew he had touched the soft spot.

"Goodbye father" He said and left the house.

Mr. Parker remained silent and watched his son leave the house. He fell on his seat and cried silently. He did love his wife and did not wish for his wife's death but it looks like life decided to put all the blame on him. He lost his wife and now he had just lost his son.

The night approached and Dave had prepared everything. All that was left was to wait for Sakira patiently. A few hours past midnight and Sakira had not arrived. Dave was worried and hoped all was well.

"I'm so sorry Dave. We won't be leaving" Sakira said weakly in the dark room.

Mark gathered his men and they rode to the building they had spotted earlier.

"Just as I thought" Mark smiled to himself as he saw light from the building.

Dave heard a knock on the door and quickly he hurried to it.

"What took...." he paused when he noticed who he was facing.

"Dave" Mark said in surprise. "I must say I'm very surprised to see you" he said.

"Wha...what...are you doing here?" he stammered.

"My father hates it when he shares his slaves with unrecognized people" Mark said. "Grab him" he said to the men.

Dave retreated into the building to get the closest weapon. He thought of his guns but unfortunately, they were packed up. He threw the chair on one of them as he struggled to escape. Unfortunately, he couldn't surpass all of them. One of them punched him and immediately he fell to the floor. They grabbed him and returned to the house.

As soon as they arrived at the house, they made Dave to kneel in front of Mr. Benson.

"I must say I'm very disappointed with you Dave." Mr. Benson said and Dave remained quiet.

"I wonder how your father would feel if he heard about this" Mr. Benson asked

"I already told him" Dave said.

Mr. Benson raised his eyebrows, looking flabbergasted when he heard Dave made the statement.

"Interesting." He said "Dave, I really like you and I want the best for you. I'll forgive you if you just deny that wench and then you can return to your normal life. I'll even give Stacy to you" Mr. Benson said.

Dave scoffed at the speech.

"Do your worst to me. I'm not denying her" he stated sternly.

Mr. Benson seemed quite staggered at Dave's attitude. He didn't seem as gentle as he was before.

"Why is this slave important to you?" Mr. Benson asked

"Kira is not a slave. She's not a slave!" he shouted.

Irritated by his noise, Mr. Benson punched him.

"I see what is going on here. You're attracted to her" he said

Dave remained silent.

"You're blind. You've been blinded foolishly" Mr. Benson insulted.

"Then I'll love to remain blind and foolish for as long as Kira is involved" he stated firmly.

"Lock him up. I'll decide what to do with him later" Mr. Benson said

# CHAPTER TWELVE

Sakira looked up as the door to the room was opened and a figure was thrown in. She was too tired to figure out who the person was. The figure grunted as it tried to regain stamina. The figure soon rested on the wall and silence was only recognized in the room.

"I'm not alone here, am I?" The figure asked breaking the silence

Sakira recognized the voice.

"Dave" she called

"Kira" he answered

He was surprised to hear her voice; he had not thought they would be placed in the same room. He hurried to where she was and embraced her tightly.

"Oh, thank God you're safe" he whispered as tears almost dropped from his eyes.

Sakira couldn't hide her feelings and she cried in his embrace.

"Oh Dave" she cried. "Everything's over. The plan is useless" she wept.

"Shh shh, you'll be alright" he tried to relieve her

After a short while, she stopped crying. Dave had her in his arms and kept her close to him like she was a piece of glass. He didn't let go off her.

"What's going to happen now?" Sakira asked.

"A miracle" Dave teased

Sakira stifled a laugh. Even though they were in a dark room, it still felt peaceful as long as they were together.

"Kira...I'm never going to leave you or let anyone hurt you okay?" he said.

"Promise?" she requested as she struggled to control herself from crying

"I promise" he stated.

He held her intimately in his cuddle and refused to let her stay any distance away from him. Within a short while, they both fell asleep.

The bright morning arrived finally. The room was still dark but it could be known that the outside was bright. Mary felt really sorry for Sakira. She tried to cover for Sakira but Mark was unrelenting and obstinate. All she could do now was to pray for a miracle.

One of the men opened the door to the cell and the prisoners jolted from sleep. He got closer to them and pulled Sakira away from Dave.

"No, please don't take her. Take me instead" he begged.

He tried to hold Sakira but was hit by the second man.

"Dave!!" she screamed. "Dave! David!!" Sakira shouted as she was pulled out from the cell.

Dave felt frozen as he heard Sakira shout his name. He couldn't do anything and that shredded his heart. Tears fell from his eyes as he watched the cell door close.

Sakira was led to another room; the room was smaller and dirtier. She was thrown in and the door was locked against her. She cried harder and felt scared when she was no longer with Dave.

Mr. Benson went to the room Dave was; he opened it and closed the door behind him.

"Dave, I'm here to give you a last chance." He stated.

Dave looked at him with rage and repugnance.

"Just deny that fool and you'll be set free. All I need is for you to just open and own up with your mouth" Mr. Benson said.

Dave spat on the floor and that surprised Mr. Benson.

"To hell with you" he said crammed with abhorrence.

He was sweltering with anger and wanted nothing more than to annihilate the man standing in front of him.

"Alright then, you'll get exactly what you deserve" Mr. Benson said and walked out.

The door was shut and locked.

Stacy had heard about Dave and felt bad for him. That's exactly what happens when you try to save a slave. She had felt something for Dave but she later realized his heart was with someone else and none other than Sakira.

"What a shame" Mrs. Benson sighed as she continued to brush Stacy's hair. "He could have made a great husband" she added. "What a waste."

Stacy looked at herself in the mirror and what she saw was a coward. She watched her father hit and abuse these people and she said nothing. But what could she do? He is her father. The man; without him, she wouldn't be existing now. Why did her conscience have to prick her? All she wants is not to be involved with her father's mess. But no matter how much she tries to think away, she finds herself back in it. Why her? She thought.

She got up abruptly and left the room, leaving her mother shocked. As she was about to approach her father in his study room, she stopped when she noticed he was conversing with someone.

"Once it's close to midnight, bring him out and get rid of him" Mr. Benson. "I'm tired of this game" he added

"Yes boss. And the girl?" the guy asked.

"Hmm, Sakira" he paused. "I'll deal with her myself" he hissed.

"Alright sire" the guy said as he left the room.

Stacy hid quickly before she could have been noticed. She was shaken by the conversation she just heard. Did she hear right? Her father was going to kill Dave tonight! Was this man really her father? She wondered. She had to do something; she couldn't let her father kill an innocent blood. She exhaled knowing exactly what to do.

The night arrived and the security was tight around the lock up building. Stacy watched carefully and approached the building.

"My lady, you cannot be here" one of the men said

She lifted her chin in order to hide her nervousness. Her body was shaking with fear, she wished to turn back but her body kept pushing her forward.

"I want to see the man here" she said sternly

"My lord has given orders" he said

"I said I want to see him" she said powerfully.

Grudgingly, he led the lady to where Dave was locked up. He opened the door and she went in. The door was shut but not locked. Stacy stood in silence and watched Dave looking hopeless. He had his back rested on the wall with one of his legs up and the other resting on the floor.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly not caring who the person was

She finally released the breath she didn't realize she was holding. She got closer to him and crouched in front of him.

"I'm going to help you leave this place" she whispered to him.

He looked up as if his light had been rekindled. It was just then he realized that it was Stacy all along.

"You have to leave this place as soon as possible. My father is going to kill you" she said. "Here take this" she brought out a small knife.

Slowly, he took the knife from her not exactly sure if he could trust her.

"Save yourself, save Sakira and run far away" she whispered.

She returned her gaze to the door and became unstable.

"I have to go now" she said quickly.

She got up and was about to leave. Dave grabbed her hand quickly and his face read gratitude.

"Thank you so much Stacy" he said

She smiled shortly and nodded. He released her hand and she left the cell. Shortly after she left, two men came into the cell. Dave hid the knife in his body before the men could observe it. They came closer to him and lifted him from the floor. They led him out of the building and he continued to walk with them until he became unsure of where they were taking him to.

"Where are you taking me to?" he asked firmly

Silence

"I demand to know where I'm being taken to" he requested.

Suddenly they stopped and Dave noticed they were a little distance from where anyone could hear them. Dave was tensed and fear began to take control. Then he remembered what Stacy had said earlier. The men were now in front and behind him. He lifted his head and carefully reached for knife in his body.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Dave concluded.

The men remained silent as they approached Dave slowly. One of them brought out a knife and was about to strike, when Dave suddenly sent his knife into the man. The second man was filled with disbelief. He approached Dave quickly and fell on him. Dave managed to roll him over and continued punching him until he stopped moving. He gave a sigh of relief and got up from the inactive body. Wheezing heavily, he picked up his knife and returned to Mr. Benson's house. I have to get Kira. He thought. He manoeuvred his way in without being detected. He saw the room Sakira was in and a guard beside it. Dang it. He thought.

The door to the room Sakira was in opened and she looked up to see one of Mr. Benson's men enter.

"Your master wants you now" he said

Sakira was quiet and she got up slowly. This was the end. She thought. Everything she had planned was now a waste. She did nothing but cried silently. Goodbye mother, goodbye father, goodbye everyone and goodbye Dave.

The man gave a sudden shriek and fell to the floor revealing Dave. Sakira was stunned

"I promised you, I won't leave you nor let anyone hurt you" he smiled.

Sakira did the next thing that came into her mind. She ran to Dave and hugged him. He hugged her back and pulled her away quickly.

"We have to leave now" he said and she nodded.

With care, they sneaked out of the building without getting noticed. Sakira wished to tell Mary goodbye but there was no time for that. Stacy noticed them when they had left and she smiled to herself. She fell on her armchair and gave a sigh of relief.

They ran into the forest as fast as they could. Dave held unto Sakira's hand and refused to let her go.

"What!" Mr. Benson shouted angrily.

"Both of them sir, were found dead. It seems like the guy had a weapon on him all along" the man said.

Suddenly, another of his men came in panting.

"The slave," he paused and Mr. Benson gave him a scowl. "She's gone" he completed.

"You fools!" Mr. Benson bellowed. "Go after them now, they wouldn't have gone far" he added.

Dave and Sakira arrived the building where they had planned all their schemes. Hastily, Dave packed his maps, documents and most importantly guns. They left the building and climb the horse that had strangely remained where Dave had left it. With Sakira holding unto him, he rode the horse and they fled away.

# CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Mark and his father's men stopped their horses when they arrived at the building they found Dave.

"They've been here" He said, "Come on, we can still get them" Mark added as he beat his horse slightly and it picked on its heels.

The men followed.

Dave still riding the horse with Sakira behind him, continued until they noticed a ferry.

"Block the sea port. Make sure every person is checked comprehensively before they are allowed to go. I will not allow them survive this" Mr. Benson said wickedly.

The men left to perform their given duties.

Mark and his men rode faster until they noticed they were reaching a ferry.

"Come on, we have to get them before they cross the river" Mark said.

Sakira and Dave were now down from the horse and ran to join the man in the ferryboat. The man noticed them running towards him and he was very curious. Then, he saw a few men come out from the forest running fast on their horses. That explains everything. Dave and Sakira got closer to the ferry

"There they are, stop them" Mark shouted.

The men came down from their horses and ran after them. Sakira successfully got into the ferryboat. Dave stayed behind to slow them down. He brought out his gun and shot the closest man to them. Mark had not expected him to have a gun. But one thing about Mark was that, he was always prepared for anything.

"Men, prepare the rifle" he said.

Sakira was afraid and wished-for Dave to join her quickly. Dave noticed them as they brought out rifles from behind them. Without further thought he ran into the water and swam to catch up with Sakira. The English men were excellent when it came to tactics. They shot into the water and Dave's leg was the target. He winced in pain realizing that he had been shot. Sakira noticed blood in the water and fear rose in her. She entered into the water and helped Dave into the ferryboat. They were now distant from Mark and his men. They continued shooting but the bullet didn't reach them. Dave grunted as blood continued to flow out from his leg. Sakira was scared and tears began to fall from her eyes.

"I can take him to my house, my wife can treat his wound" the ferryman said.

Sakira's eyes were filled with hope and gratitude.

"Thank you" she said

Shortly, they arrived at the man's house. They lived not too far from the shore. Sakira had Dave's right arm over my shoulder and the ferryman had Dave's left over his. They led him into the house and a woman approached them worriedly.

"What happened" she asked

"He was shot" He said quickly.

She took Dave's arm from Sakira and led Dave to a room. Sakira studied their home. It was smaller than the Bensons'. Not exactly decorated or filled with any design. She noticed two children sitting close to a fireplace. They looked at her with an expression that read fear and worry. At least not all the white men are bad. She thought to herself.

She heard Dave shout in pain and she hurried to the room where he was. The woman was doing something to him and that pain him shout in pain.

"She's removing the metal inside his leg" the man assured Sakira.

"Will he be alright" she asked

"Most likely" he shrugged. "Now tell me, why were you running away from those men?" he inquired.

Sakira didn't feel like disclosing anything to anyone at this moment. She wasn't sure if she could trust anyone even though they had helped them.

"It's okay. You can trust me" He said.

"Why should I trust you" she asked

"Well...because I helped you" he said

"It doesn't matter" she stated

The man fell silent and continued staring at Sakira. The clothes she had on, her skin colour, it all had a meaning.

"You're a runaway slave, aren't you?" he concluded

Sakira turned away so the man could not see the fear in her face.

"I'm right aren't I?" he asked

Silence

"I won't tell anyone" he said.

Sakira had no choice but to believe him. She turned around and gave him a firm look.

"You have my word" he added.

She sighed. "Yes, I ran away." She said finally.

"I see. They were not treating you well?" he asked

"I never wanted to be there in the first place" she said sternly.

The man looked at her again and said nothing.

"I can help you but you would have to leave through another route." He said.

"Getting into the ship is our only way and this is the only town I know that has an eligible seaport" she said

"Hmm, you're right. I'm very sure the port would be blocked by now. Your owner...."

"I have no owner" she said strictly

"Right, sorry." He apologized

"Whoever is looking for you must have had the port filled with people searching" he said

"How did you know?" she asked

"It's what they do when a slave runs away. They block every means of escape" he shrugged.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked.

"You have to leave town until they are fully convinced that you are gone for good or you have died" he said.

Sakira's heart leapt as she heard the word die. She wasn't ready to die.

"Once your friend is able to walk, you will have to leave immediately. They will come for you. And they would kill anyone that comes in their way." He said as he looked at his children.

Sakira understood. If they found them here, they would kill him and his family. No one was ready to take that sort of risk.

***

Mr. Benson was filled with anger when his son had returned with disappointing news.

"What do we do now?" Mark asked

Mr. Benson stopped pacing abruptly. He picked up his rifle and looked at his son.

"I'll get that lowlife bastard myself" he said as he stormed out

A day had passed and Dave was feeling a little better now. Charles wife really took her time to take care of him. Sakira was with him the whole time and made sure he was safe. The woman entered the room with a bowl of water in her hand. She noticed Dave was sitting already.

"It seems you're filled with energy now" she smiled

And Dave returned it with a gracious bow.

"Here" she handed the bowl to him.

He took it and drank the water. She collected the bowl and smiled at them.

"You two are the oddest couple I have ever met" she smiled

Charles had refused to tell his wife anything instead he replaced it with the most absurd lie. Well it wasn't exactly a lie. Sakira tried to smile but it was inefficient. Dave took her hand and rubbed it slightly.

"I guess we are really the oddest couple" he said and stared at Sakira.

Now a genuine smile appeared on her face. She felt very comfortable with Dave; he had risked it all to make sure she left her bondage. She would forever be very grateful to him.

Charles came into the room with a straight face.

"You have to leave now. They'll be here sooner or later" he said.

Dave nodded and got to his feet. His leg was not strong enough but he could manage.

"I have a horse at the back. Take it and leave now. Pass the path away from the shore and at the end of the road you'll find help there. I already sent a message" he said.

Sakira got closer to Charles and took his hand.

"I'm very grateful" she said and he nodded.

Dave left the building with Sakira and they rode away with the new horse. Charles watched them leave and hoped they would get what they wanted.

# CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mr. Benson, Mark and some of his men rounded Charles house. Charles had expected this to happen and so he was prepared for it.

"Did you happen to see two runaways" Mark asked.

Charles was silent. He had attended to them outside his house and refused to let them in. After all, as a citizen of Great Britain, you decide who you allow into your house.

"You are the man that takes people across the river, you must have definitely seen them" Mr. Benson said

"And so, what if I saw them" he challenged.

Mr. Benson face turned into a scowl. "They are wanted" he growled

"I'm very sorry to disappoint you. I saw no one that you have requested of. I had a number of people I took across yesterday. I don't keep people's faces in mind" he said sternly.

"The man was wounded. He would have taken shelter at your place" Mark insisted

"No one was with me. I don't know who you're looking for and I'm very sorry to disappoint you" he tried to sound polite.

Mark moved closer to Charles, he knew he was lying.

"You're lying" he scowled

"Prove it. If you threaten me on just doing my job, I'll make sure I report you to the authorities. Whatever problems you have with whomever you are looking for, it is none of my business" Charles stated.

Mr. Benson pulled Mark back to avoid any unneeded fight.

"Alright then, we'll leave you to your family" Mr. Benson said and turned away.

He knew Charles still had other part of the story hidden but he can't just force him to talk just like that. He would be accused for unnecessary bullying. And that was the last thing he needed, the authorities. He didn't want them involved with his business.

They hurried of and continued their search. Charles made a sigh of relief and his wife hugged him from behind. He looked at his children and saw they were all still in one piece. Sooner or later, they would have to find a new home. Mr. Benson is not someone known to quit easily.

Dave and Sakira finally arrived at the end of the road and they saw a few black men holding rifles there. They stopped them and Dave came down from the horse to talk with them.

"We're from Charles. He said he sent a message" Dave said.

The shrewd looking man shifted his gaze from Dave to Sakira, and was a little suspicious. He did get a message from Charles, a good friend of his. The only reason they could survive was because of Charles. He finally nodded and allowed them to pass through. Dave returned to the horse and rode into the village. At last, they were finally a little distant from Mr. Benson and everything that had to do with him. Sakira was relieved but one day they would still have to return to the city. They need a ship to finally get away and the only place was in this town they had just left.

The expression on Mr. Benson's face showed rage as they returned home. He knew they had escaped to the maroon village were runaway slaves usually hide. He felt angry at the fact that he couldn't do anything. He knew for sure that those villagers would definitely fight if they found out he was there to catch his runaway slave.

"Sakira" he growled. "I'll get you even if it is the last thing I do" he said with wrath.

Three days later

Dave and Sakira had managed to find shelter in their new sanctuary. It was a little village just outside the borders of Great Britain. There were more of blacks in the village than whites. It seemed like they were slaves that finally got their freedom and decided to have a life here since they could not return to where they came from. They were not much here but very accommodating even if they barely had anything. They welcomed Sakira well and finally accepted Dave when they noticed he was not like the others. They were given a small shelter to manage until they were ready to leave. Sakira had been comfortable but not satisfied here. No matter how many blacks she was surrounded by it still wasn't her home. They only reminded her of her bondage back at Mr. Benson's place. Dave hugged her from behind and she returned to the present. She smiled and held his hand.

"Are you okay" he whispered.

"I am" she said shortly.

Dave knew she was lying. He turned her so that she was now facing him.

"I don't believe you" he stated.

She smiled. How long have they been together? He knew almost everything about her.

"I just can't wait to get back home" she confessed.

Dave sighed and held her face lightly.

"Kira, I want you to know that as long as I'm alive, you're going to get home. You're my responsibility and it is my duty to return you safely to your hometown." he stated.

Sakira smiled and embraced him.

"I'm so happy to have you in my life" she said.

"And I can never be happier having my beautiful jewel in my arms always" he smiled.

Back at Mr. Benson's home, he still insisted on finding Sakira. He was not ready to give up until he made sure she is killed with his hands.

"Father, isn't it time to stop?" Stacy asked as she entered into his study room. "She's gone" she sighed

"No!" he shouted causing her to flinch. "I'll find her and bring her back" he said.

"This isn't about her, anymore is it?" she asked trying to understand the situation.

"She underestimated me. No one! I repeat no one underestimates me" he stated sternly. "I'll find her. I swear" he growled.

"Then what happens next when you find her?"

"I'll give her the death she never wished for" he said boiling with rage.

Stacy sighed and left the room. Her father was hopeless and there was nothing anyone could do about it. He was filled with hatred and bitterness.

***

Sakira woke up beside Dave who had his arms wrapped around her. She turned to face him and smiled at his beautiful face. She lifted her hand caressed his hair. She had longed to do this. His hair was as soft as silk itself and as smooth as flour. She loved the texture. She wondered how the same human beings could be strikingly different. God indeed is mysterious. She felt a hand on hers as it interlocked with hers. She turned her eyes to find Dave smiling.

"I'm beautiful right" he teased.

She laughed softly revealing her teeth. Dave looked at her and smiled. She too was a mystery to him, a beautiful one. He got nearer to her and kissed her gracefully. She always loved it when he kissed her; it was like taking her to a new world. A world where there was the least to worry about, where they didn't need to run or hide from anyone. A peaceful world, a world she wasn't ready to leave.

Dave broke the kiss and Sakira realized he had somehow found his way on top of her. He looked at her with a serious look.

"Kira, I want to ask you something" he said.

It was the first time she would see him with a straight face. She was always used to his big smile.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

"Kira if I asked you to marry me, would you?" he asked

# CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Mr. Benson, still not ready to give up, hired slave catchers and summed them up with his men.

"I want us to go to this maroon village and get this girl back"

"The villagers will fight back" one of them said.

"Anyone that gets in my way, execute them. After all, the government has no business with them." He said.

"Yes sire"

"Gather the men. We have a slave to catch" he said as he left the living room.

Sakira thought about what Dave had asked her the previous day. If I asked you to marry me, would you? She was shocked that he would suddenly ask her to marry him. She knew he loved her and she loved him too but she didn't think she was ready for marriage.

"I'll give you my response when we arrive at my hometown" she said

He nodded and gave her a short kiss then got up from her.

Dave was not exactly satisfied with her answer. He was not going to push her or force her. He would continue with her until she was ready.

Later that day, Dave returned from hunting. Sakira sat outside their shelter waiting for him. She sighted him with Tikka and a few other boys; they were laughing and talking happily. In spite of the difference in colour, he still looked like one of them. Dave approached her and gave her a peck.

"Have you been waiting for me" he asked and she nodded.

He dropped the game and sat beside her.

"Tikka is a very good fellow" he said

Sakira turned to him and smiled. She agreed with him. Tikka was the one that allowed them to pass the border to the village. He visited the village once in a while and made conversations with Dave. They got along easily and since then, they've been good friends.

"He told me he used to be a slave and then he ran away and decided to protect the people of this village." He said

"Did his master come to look for him" Sakira wondered

"They gave up" he smiled

Sakira hoped the same for Mr. Benson. She hoped he had already given up on her.

The evening came and everyone gathered around the bonfire. Each of them telling stories and making jokes. The men of the village made beats with the wood they sat on and Dave got up to dance to the rhythm. The villagers clapped and smiled as they watched him dance. Sakira looked at him with gladness filled in her heart. He reminded her of the times she used to watch the masquerade danced in the middle of the village square in her hometown. Dave was very excited as he danced. This was what he loved; the African culture. He adored their tradition and culture. He wanted to be like them, he wanted to be one of them. He reached out to Sakira and pulled her up to dance with him. She was taken by surprise initially, but then she gave in and danced with him. A few others joined them to dance and the atmosphere was filled with peace and joy. And for the first time in a long time, Sakira loved everything around her. She wanted every day to continue like this. Just a place with nothing but happiness. But as the saying goes, every day is not Christmas.

***

Tikka barged into Dave and Sakira's shelter and they jolted from sleep. They noticed it was almost morning.

"Get up, you have to leave now" he said

Dave got up looking worried and Sakira followed

"What's wrong" Dave asked worriedly

"The slave catchers, they're coming" he said "I saw them from a distance. Quick, you have to leave now" he pushed

Dave picked up his bag that contained every document he needed and his guns. He held Sakira's hand faced Tikka.

"You've been a great friend" Dave said to him and he nodded.

Tikka gave them a horse and they rode through the other side of the village. They had no idea of what entails on the journey ahead but one thing is that they had to get away from Mr. Benson and his crew.

Tikka watched them leave and felt sad for them. His expression changed to anger and he loaded his rifle. He returned to his post and waited for the men to get closer.

"I've waited long enough for this" he said to himself.

He prepared his men, for he knew a war was about to happen. Mr. Benson got closer to the end of the border and was surprised he saw no one. He knew something was wrong but he couldn't put the pieces together.

Mark rode his closer to his father. "Where do you think they would have gone to?" he asked.

In splits of seconds, Tikka and his men came out of the bushes and rallied round Mr. Benson and his men. Tikka shot his rifle and it met the leg of the horse of one of the men. Another of Tikka's men shot a bullet and it met one on his head. Mark loaded his rifle and shot one of Tikka's men. Tikka fumed and aimed to kill Mark for killing one of his men. Even after being caught unaware by these set of black men, Mr. Benson gathered himself together and fought them. He shot another of Tikka's men and fear began to rise in them. Mr. Benson's men got closer to these men on their horses and kept on shooting. Tikka noticed how strong these set were and he began to retreat slowly. He refused to give up. He shot one of Mr. Benson's men and he fell from the horse. He winced in pain as he felt a bullet pass through his arm. He looked up to see his shooter. Mark smiled evilly at him. Tikka noticed that the white men had outnumbered him and his men. There was no way they could win this. But yet, he was not ready to give up.

"Men forward!" Tikka shouted as he and his little men ran towards Mr. Benson and his crew.

They shot carelessly and it met a few of Mr. Benson's men. One thing that would always remain with the English men is the skill of tactics. They shot back with precise measurement and accuracy and the remaining men left were now dead. Tikka looked around to see he was the last man standing. He face swelled in anger as he lifted his rifle to kill the opponent. Before he could hit a target, a bullet was sent straight to his chest, he staggered back but refused to give up. He reclaimed his stance and wanted to shoot at them but another bullet was shot into his stomach, blood poured out of his mouth as he slowly fell on his knees and finally Mr. Benson shot a bullet into his head sending Tikka to his grave.

Mr. Benson and his remaining men rode to catch up with Sakira and Dave. As they passed the village, the villagers ran to find safety away from them. Mr. Benson made a mental note to capture more slaves from here. But first, he has to deal with the present one on ground.

Dave was still riding the horse and hoped to be far away from Mr. Benson now. He didn't know how he and Sakira would deal with Mr. Benson and his men. He could have guns but their number is way much more than theirs. Sakira cried behind Dave as fear controlled every bit of her

# CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Dave knew that they couldn't continue to run forever. They had to come down and face their problem. If they don't solve it now, it will never leave them alone. Dave put the horse to a halt as they approached an abandoned hut.

"Dave, what are you doing?" Sakira asked in fear as she came down from the horse.

"We have to face them" he said. "If we continue running, they would catch us and kill us" he added.

He patted the horse and it ran away.

"Dave, they'll kill us if we stop now. Let's just keep going, they won't catch us" she said as tears fell from her eyes.

He pulled her into a hug and caressed her back.

"Kira...I love you and I want nothing more than for you to return home. I'm going to make sure that happens, even if it's the last thing I get to do" he said.

Sakira didn't like the way he spoke. She wasn't going to lose him, he will not die. He held her hand and they entered into the abandoned hut. They sat on the floor and waited. Dave sorted his guns and gave Sakira one.

"You'll need this" he said as he handed the gun to her.

She took it and held it firmly. It was heavy in her hand and she could feel the power behind it. After few minutes, they began to hear horses approaching. Sakira held her breath as she heard the horses ride away. Dave maintained a stiff position and hoped they didn't stop. Silence was the only thing that spoke in their midst and they looked at each other not sure if they should risk going outside. Dave took the great step and came out of the hut. He realized that the coast was clear and a smile found its way on his face. He called Sakira out and took her hand. Dave grunted as he felt something hard it his head, he lost his grip on Sakira's hand and fell to the floor. Mr. Benson's men held Sakira and she tried to free herself from them.

Mr. Benson clapped as he came out from the bush. Dave noticed Mark and a few men return on their horses. They've been tricked.

"Sakira, it's so good to see you again" he said as he walked up to her and she spat on his face.

With disgust, he wiped it off and held her face hard. "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget even after you die" he said wickedly.

"Don't you dare touch her" Dave was about to get up when he was hit on his back again and he fell to the floor.

"I'm surprised you were able to go this far Sakira, in fact, you impress me." Mr. Benson confessed.

Sakira tried to hide the fear in her eyes but it failed.

"I'm going to make sure I make you suffer and first I'll make you watch Dave die" Mr. Benson whispered.

Sakira couldn't help it. She burst into tears.

"No please don't hurt Dave" she cried.

"Tie them up" Mr. Benson said not paying attention to her.

Dave grunted and tried to wriggle out of their hold but they beat him until he couldn't move a muscle. Sakira watched and cried, she wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything. It hurts so much to see someone you love to get hurt in front of you and for one moment, she wished she had accepted his proposal. He risked his life for her, he could die for her and why couldn't she just have accepted a simple request from him. She cried as she watched them beat him. His face was filled with wounds and blood was around his mouth. Finally, they tied him to a tree. He was looking weak and almost lifeless.

"Dave, I'm so sorry" she cried.

He gave her a weak smile. "I love you Kira" he said.

Mr. Benson waved a knife in front of Sakira and slowly he walked to Dave. She was shaking her head as fear rose in her.

"No please, don't kill him. Please don't" she cried

Mr. Benson laughed as the enjoyed his moment. He dropped the knife and faced Sakira. She sighed when she noticed he left Dave.

"No please, don't touch her" Dave managed to say. "Don't do anything to Kira" he cried. "Hurt me, kill me but please let her go home. She just wants to go home" he cried

Sakira cried and she wondered how someone was able to understand every bit of her. It was then she understood the meaning of love. It wasn't a mere saying, it was an act. To love was what Dave showed. He was ready to die for her. He was ready to do anything just to make sure she gets home. He truly loved her. Mark watched as his father slapped Dave and punched him continuously. He looked at Sakira who was begging and crying. He felt pity for them and for the first time in his life, he had compassion. He didn't want this anymore; he wanted his father to stop. But how would he do that? He had been on his father's side since they started. How would he fight his father? Then, he knew just what to do.

Mark shot one of the slave catchers and that caused his father to make a swift turn toward him. He was flabbergasted by the act his son just portrayed.

"Mark...what are you doing?" he father looked shocked

"I want you to stop father" he said.

Sakira looked at Mark and wondered if it was truly the same Mark. Mr. Benson couldn't believe his eyes. His own son was against him. His son has betrayed him. Without further thoughts, Mark shot another of Mr. Benson's men. The men were ready to attack Mark but Mr. Benson would not allow them.

"Don't shoot him" he shouted at them.

He may be against him but he still remains his first child, his first son. Mark shot another one and this time the men were getting agitated.

"I said don't shoot!" Mr. Benson shouted. "Mark, come to your senses, what has gotten into you" Mr. Benson shouted at his son.

"You father, you've gotten into me" he said as he pointed the gun at his father.

Mr. Benson stiffened and lifted his chin. "You won't kill your own father, would you?" Mr. Benson threatened.

"Believe me I can" he said as he walked closer to him.

"Move Father" he said.

Mr. Benson obeyed quickly and left Dave's front. Mark took his knife and cut Dave's rope. Dave looked at Mark and wondered what could have made him change suddenly.

In few seconds, Mark shrieked and his rifle dropped. Mr. Benson's eyes widened as he saw his son drop to the floor.

"I told you not to shoot!" Mr. Benson shouted angrily.

He rushed to his son and felt bitter. He has lost his son.

Dave used their distraction as an opportunity to shoot one of Mr. Benson's men and they began to shoot. Sakira was still tied to the tree and she tried to free herself before any bullet could meet her. Dave was behind a tree as he dodged bullets from the opponents. They shot and he shot back quickly. Sakira tried to wriggle herself from the tree but it was futile.

# CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Mr. Benson approached Sakira and untied her. He placed her around him and had a knife on her neck.

"Dave, I've got Sakira, come out now" Mr. Benson said.

Fear rose in Dave as he came out from behind the tree. Slowly, he dropped the rifle in front of him and lifted his hands. Sakira heard the rifles being snapped from behind her, she knew they were going to kill Dave. Without thinking, she bit Mr. Benson's hand and the knife dropped. She picked it quickly and set it into Mr. Benson's stomach. Dave picked his up his rifle quickly but he was not fast enough, one of them shot him on his arm and he winced in pain. Sakira took Mr. Benson's rifle and shot one of them. Now, Mr. Benson was almost dead and only three of the men were left. They took cover behind the tree and Sakira did the same. She looked out for Dave and hoped he was okay. She touched her neck and noticed it was a little bruised. She came out from her hiding and got one in the head. One down, two to go. Dave came out from his hiding and shot one. One more left. Together, Sakira and Dave came out and tackled the last guy. Finally, Dave shot him. They gave a sigh of relief and dropped their guns. Sakira smiled at Dave and hugged him. At last, everyone was dead. Well almost everyone. Dave noticed Mr. Benson as he lifted the rifle to shoot Sakira. Swiftly he turned around and the bullet met him instead. He jerked forward and gave a smile to Sakira before falling to the ground.

"No!!!" she cried.

She picked up her gun and walked to Mr. Benson. Covered with rage, she shot him several times until she was sure he was dead. She returned to Dave and cried. She couldn't lose him, he can't die.

"No please don't die" she cried. "David please don't leave me" she sobbed.

He smiled and caressed her cheek.

"No, I won't lose you. I won't let you die." She assured.

With the little strength she had, she lifted him on one of the horses and rode back to the village they left. She turned back occasionally to see if he was still breathing. He was losing blood and he was looking pale.

"Oh God, please don't let Dave die" she cried as she rode faster.

Finally, she arrived at the village and the villagers approached her.

"Please help me" she cried. "He's dying."

The villagers led her to a small building and a white woman came out from it. She took Dave inside and called two young men into the building. Sakira waited outside and continued praying. She didn't want to lose Dave. She cried as she continued to pace around.

After an hour, the white lady came out with a neutral face. Sakira noticed blood stains on her apron.

"Where's Dave?" Sakira cried

The white lady gave a small smile. "He'll be alright. He survived. The bullet met his scapula. So, he is lucky. I also saw another in his arm but I've stopped the bleeding and given him the necessary medications." She said.

Sakira covered her mouth and cried heavily. Oh God thank you. She thought. The white lady hugged her and relieved her.

Four Days Later.

It was the fourth day since Sakira returned to the maroon village. They mourned Tikka and the brothers they had lost. Sakira was waiting. Julia, the nurse, had already told her that Dave would be fine but he had been unconscious for days now but he was breathing. She would sit by his side, hold his hand and kiss it. She wished for him to wake up quickly so they would go home. The bad guys were dead now. She wanted him to wake up so they could go return to where they wouldn't have anything to worry about.

Later that evening, Sakira took a bowl of water into the room to clean Dave's body. She had been cleaning him since they got here. She cleaned his face and examined all the wound marks that Mr. Benson had caused. She entered and was stunned to see he was sitting up. A smile encroached on her face and she hurried to him and hugged him. He winced in pain but he didn't let her go. She cried as she realized that he had finally woken up.

"Shh, it's okay I'm here" he said and caressed her face

"Oh, thank you for not dying on me." she said as she pulled away.

"I promised you, I would never leave you or let anyone hurt you" he smiled

She studied his face and did the next thing that came into her mind. She kissed him and he kissed her softly. This was her place, her own world, her own happiness. Her own man. He broke the kiss and hugged her again. She cleaned him and made sure he had something to eat.

As days passed, she took care of him and made sure he was getting his regular treatment. Her light was once again rekindled.

Dave realized he had lost everything they would need to get back to Africa and he wondered how he would refund them. He gained strength gradually and could stand up now. Sakira refused to let him but he insisted. He got out from the building and welcomed the light from the sun. He was full of energy now, although he was not completely healed. Dave grasped that he left the documents in the forest as they tried to hide from Mr. Benson.

Dave spoke to Julia and told her his situation. Tikka would have been the best person to talk to but he was dead. Sakira didn't like the fact that he would go back to that war zone.

"I'm not going alone and besides, they're all dead" he smiled.

Finally, Sakira agreed but was not fully convinced. She wanted to come with him but he refused. He left with the two boys Julia had given him and they set out to look for the missing documents. Sakira was restless and worried. She watched as each minute pass by. Julia smiled at her and admired the strong love they both had for each other.

Finally, Dave and the two boys returned and Dave had gotten his bag back. They were ready to leave now. As he got down from the horse, Sakira approached him and hugged him.

Dave told Julia he would want to leave and not waste any more time here. He wasn't healed yet but he insisted on going. Julia prepared some medications and gave him to use to get the wound healed on time.

"You ready?" Dave asked and Sakira gave her biggest smile.

They mounted a horse and rode back to the city. Finally, they can return to where they belong. Sakira felt delighted. Everything was beginning to take shape. She prayed silently that everything should just continue to work out smoothly. They reached the seaport and got their tickets stamped. They boarded the ship to Africa and finally left the lands of Great Britain. Sakira looked back and gave a sigh of relief. She survived this. She finally made it. Dave hugged her from behind and stared into space with her. Her mind turned to Dave who was the mastermind of everything. Without him, she wouldn't have made it this far.

She turned to him and placed her arms round his neck.

"Dave, I'm so grateful for all the sacrifices, you've made for me. I wouldn't have...."

He stopped her as he kissed her.

"I told you, you're worth it. You're worth any sacrifice." He said.

They remained in each other's arms as they sailed on the ocean of the Atlantic.

# CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

One thing in life that makes humans satisfied is achieving what your heart desires the most. It allows peace and satisfaction to dwell with the person.

Sakira smiled as she recognized the forests of Kwararafa. She missed home, she missed everything. Finally, she's back to her birthplace, her place where her joy is irreplaceable. There's no place like home. The ship came to rest on the shore of the Benue River. Dave and Sakira got down from the ship and were very happy to be here.

"I'm really looking forward to my stay here" Dave said.

Sakira smiled at him and took his hand. "I'm very sure you'll love it" she said.

Dave was able to get them a horse and they rode to the main village. Sakira was happy and nervous at the same time. She didn't know what her parents would do if they saw her. Did they think I was dead? She thought.

They finally arrived at the main village. Sakira's spirit was lifted up seeing all the children running around. How time flies, every young child she knew before she was taken was now bigger. Everywhere had not changed. It was still the same joyful and peaceful village.

Then they noticed villagers hurrying towards them. Dave was surprised and wondered where they were rushing to. Then Sakira smiled brightly, she took Dave's hand and followed the villagers. She always loved this and never stopped looking forward to it.

Dave was amazed when he saw the masquerade. It was his first time seeing the masquerade. He was scared at first, but then adjusted to the environment. Sakira got a way and made them get closer to the masquerade. Dave was stunned as he watched the masquerade dance. It was the best thing he has ever seen. He couldn't phantom the phenomenon behind it. The masquerade fell flat to the floor like a piece of cloth and Dave was filled with amazement. He felt so giddy and was curious to know what was behind the mask. He tried to reach the masquerade but Sakira pulled him back.

"Don't go closer" she said

"Why?" he asked

"It's sacramental" she said.

After entertaining the villagers, the masquerade left. Dave wanted to see more of its beautiful dance. He loved it and hoped to see more things like what he had just seen.

As they walked along the village, Sakira noticed the villagers staring at her and Dave. They looked surprised seeing a white man in their midst. Dave noticed the stares and was a little nervous. Sakira took his hand and smiled at him. They continued to walk until they reached her community. Sakira paused as she sighted her home. It looked like it had been waiting for her. It looked pale and like it was missing something. Dave looked at her and wondered why they weren't moving.

"What's wrong Kira?" he asked

"We're there" she said as tears fell from her eyes.

He looked ahead and noticed the moderate sized hut. He realized she was scared and nervous to face the fact that she's finally home. That it was not all a dream.

Dave squeezed her hand to comfort her. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Kira, you're home, and no one has taken that away from you" he smiled. "Let's go" he added.

A figure came out from the hut and sighted Sakira and Dave. Not recognizing who they were, she got closer to them. Suddenly, the calabash in her hand fell and tears fell from her eyes. She ran to Sakira and hugged her.

"Sakira!" she cried out loud. "My baby is home" she cried.

Dave stood and watched the women as the consoled each other. He felt compassionate and happy to see her finally get back with his family. But what about him?

After hugging and crying on each other's neck, the woman ran into the house and called the others out. Sakira's siblings ran out of the hut and were shocked to see their eldest sister. Sakira couldn't hold her tears. They all ran to her and hugged her. They all looked older now. She realized she had been away from home for a very long time.

Khadija held her face in his hands and hit his forehead on hers slightly.

"We thought you were dead" he cried.

She took his face and smiled. She missed them; she could finally believe she wasn't in a dream. Zulu came out of the hut and paused when he saw his daughter. Sakira looked up to see her father and more tears fell from her eyes.

Zulu thought he had lost his first child. He thought he had not been protective enough to have saved his daughter. He thought Sakira was gone forever. Things had never been the same since her disappearance. Haija was never happy or lively as before. Zulu couldn't fish well. Things had changed drastically.

Seeing his daughter now, reawakened the dead light in him.

"Sakira" he called silently

"Father" she cried

Without further thoughts, she ran to him and hugged him.

"You're home. You're home" he cried. "You didn't die" he sobbed. "Oh God I thank you" he said.

For a grown man, he wasn't ashamed to shed tears. His long-lost daughter was finally home.

Dave's presence was finally acknowledged. He was slightly nervous when he noticed Zulu's facial expression.

"Everyone, this is Dave. He was the one that helped me come back home" she said.

Haija took her daughter's hand and Sakira smiled at her.

"What happened? We thought you were dead" she said

"I was taken to be a slave in the white man world" she said.

"So, you helped my daughter?" Zulu faced Dave.

"Um...yes sir" Dave fidgeted.

Zulu looked at Dave in silence and studied him. Suddenly, he smiled and hugged him.

"Thank you very much" Zulu said

Dave smiled and hugged him back. "You're welcome sir"

They all looked happy and excited to have Sakira back. Dave was welcomed with all love and joy. Zulu told the community about the return of Sakira and the community celebrated.

People gathered around their hut and celebrated. Talking drums were played and the villagers danced. Dave danced and caught the attention of the villagers. The whole village was happy and celebrated Sakira's return.

Sakira was happy, filled with joy and the peace she had not had in a very long time. She felt excited to be back home.

# CHAPTER NINETEEN

Everything returned to the way it used to be earlier. Haija became happier, Zulu fished lots and more fishes. Sakira's return indeed brought blessings upon her family. Everyone was happy; well almost everyone.

Dave was outside the hut thinking. Zulu had given him some of his clothes to use for the main time. He looked like an African in his dashiki attire. The only thing was the difference in colour.

Sakira joined him to sit outside the hut. He looked at her and smiled. She was looking beautiful and elegant. She reminded him of the first time he saw. She had on the traditional attire and her fluffy hair was packed up with beads of cowries round it. She looked like a princess.

"Are you okay?" she asked

He smiled. "You're beautiful."

She smiled. "Thank you"

His expression changed quickly. "Sakira...did you forget about my proposal" he asked.

She sighed and took his hand. "Dave, I love you and I wish...no I want to marry you" she paused

His face lightened up

"But my father...I don't know if he would accept you. You might have helped me but when it comes to marriage, he is strict" she said.

"I'll prove to him that I'm worth it. I can show him that I'm good enough for you" he said.

Sakira brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. "Dave, you're perfect for me." she smiled and he pulled her into his embrace.

"But you might need little touches though" she smiled. "If you want to impress my father, you'll have to learn how to." She said.

"I'm ready" he smiled.

Sakira made up her mind to teach Dave how things are done here in Kwararafa. She decided to teach him the greetings, language and the regular customs. Dave was ready to learn since he really wanted to have Sakira has his wife.

Later that evening, Sakira and Dave were outside the hut and she was teaching him things he should do to impress her father.

"Okay, now if you want my father to really like you, you have to greet him every morning." She said

"I do that" he said

"No, not the English kind of greeting, our own kind of greeting" she said.

"Okay?" he looked confused. "How do I greet in your culture?" he asked.

"If you have noticed my brothers, they always go down to the floor to greet my father. It shows respect. By doing that, you tell him you respect him as the head of the family" she said.

"I see" he said. "So, I go down to the floor. That is, my belly on the floor?" he asked and Sakira nodded. "I can do that" he smiled and practiced the act.

He prostrated in front of Sakira and she laughed. For a white man, he did it perfectly well. He jumped up and cleaned the dust off his hands.

"Did I try?" he smiled

"You did it well" she said

"Okay what's next?" he asked.

"Always be by my father's side. In whatever he is doing, be there to help him. By doing that, you tell him you're hardworking" she said

"Actions do speak a lot" he said and she laughed

"It sure does." She smiled.

"So that includes going with him to fish?" he asked

"Exactly" she nodded.

Sakira and Dave continued their activities and Haija viewed them from a distance. She smiled as she saw how happy her daughter was with the white guy. She was happy she had someone that was there for her the whole time.

Dave was happy he had learnt a lot about their culture and he couldn't wait to start portraying them. He had other plans in mind. Since Sakira has invited him into their culture, why doesn't he invite them to his culture? He wondered.

Zulu returned from fishing and before Sakira's brothers could help their father, Dave hurried to him.

"You're welcome. How was fishing?" he inquired as he collected the bag of fish from him.

"Good" Zulu looked at Dave with surprise.

He didn't expect him to be the one taking the fish from him. Well, this is just the beginning, he still a lot more in stock.

***

It was morning and Dave was the first to get up. He wanted to be in the same room with Sakira but....

"For my father to like you, you have to respect privacy" she said

"What? But we slept together the whole time in Britain" he said loud.

"Shh. my father must not hear you" she said.

"I can't sleep alone" he said.

"You won't be alone, you'll be with my brothers" she said.

Dave was not pleased with the decision but he had to do it. A little sacrifice is not too much to win what he wants.

Zulu sighted Dave and smiled at him. Dave went down to the floor and prostrated.

"Good morning, father" he smiled.

Zulu laughed and patted Dave's shoulders as he got up. He was pleased with what he had received this morning. He hadn't expected a white man to adapt to the culture of the blacks. He loved that about Dave.

"Are you fishing today?" Dave asked

"Yes I am. Do you wish to come?" he asked

"Of course," Dave smiled.

And again, Zulu was pleased for the second time the same day. Sakira smiled from the room when she noticed Dave was doing fine with her father.

Dave left with Zulu to the stream to catch fishes. It was his first time and he hoped he would be able to catch a fish.

Sakira sat beside her mother and helped her sieve the locally made cassava flakes. Haija smiled when she noticed her daughter.

"Your English friend is not around?" she asked

"He decided to fish with father" she said

Haija smiled. She understood exactly what was going on.

"Do you wish to marry the boy?" Haija asked

Sakira paused when her mother spoke. Then she sighed.

"I don't know if father would accept him." She said.

"He's doing well trying to impress your father" she smiled

"You noticed?" Sakira asked

"Yes. He must really love you" she paused. "And I know you love him too." She smiled

"Do you think father would accept him?" she smiled

"He has to work harder to win your father's heart." She said.

Later that evening, Dave, Zulu and Sakira's brothers arrived finally from the stream and the bag of fishes was bigger this time. It seems like they caught a lot of fishes than usual.

Sakira and Haija returned to the hut to meet Dave and Zulu talking and laughing.

"Sakira, your friend is very intelligent" Zulu smiled. "He caught most of the fishes today" he added.

Dave was proud of himself. While they were fishing, he realized that the fishes were not attracted to the net. So, he came up with an idea. Making the end of a wood pointy and sharp, he used it to catch fishes. Like the norm of the English men, Accuracy and precision. With that perfect skill, he was able to catch lots of fishes.

"I'm happy you two are getting along" Sakira smiled.

Dave and Sakira remained outside, while the others went inside. Zulu wasn't comfortable leaving both of them alone but Haija took him away.

"You really impress my father really well" Sakira smiled.

"I have to. I must win this precious jewel beside me" he said to her

Silence spoke between them and Sakira looked into Dave's eyes. He got closer to her and kissed her. He wanted Sakira to be his; he wanted to see her carrying his babies. But he has to wait and work for it. She really was worth fighting for.

Sakira kissed him and found herself in her wonderland. She was happy with him. He completed her. He was the other half of her life

# CHAPTER TWENTY

Dave drew a manuscript for the construction of a house and studied it. This was his goal, this is what he wanted to achieve. He decided to bring civilization to this clan. He was going to build the first house made of wood for Sakira's father. He was going to achieve it.

"Kira" he called "Do you have strong boys in this community"

"Yes, we do." She said, "Why do ask?"

"I'm going to need a lot of them" he smiled.

Khadija went out to call his friends and some other boys. Dave arranged them horizontally as he lectured them.

"So, boys, this is what we're going to do." He showed them the drawing. "We're going to build a house and I'm going to need your help." He said to them.

They looked at him with surprise. Building a house? They wondered.

"And this house would be made of wood and not clay and hay" he said.

They were more shocked. No one, not even the king has a house made of wood.

"I noticed there are good bamboos here and they would make good building materials." He said. "So, the first ten..." he arranged "you're responsible for the bamboos. I'm going to need as many as possible" he instructed.

He turned to Khadija and smiled. "I'm going to need you and your brothers, gather your friends and I want you guys to get me a lot of clay and hay." He said.

Khadija and his brothers hurried along to get the job done. The remaining boys hurried to the forests to get bamboos.

"This is going to be perfect." Dave said to himself.

Sakira walked up to him and was curious about what Dave was up to.

"Dave what are you doing? You didn't follow father to the stream today." She asked

"I want to surprise him" he said. "Kira, please do me a favour and don't let father know anything about what I'm doing" he said.

"You want to work on his land?" she asked

"I'm building a house for him" he said.

Sakira covered her mouth and couldn't believe her ears.

"You want to build a house like the types in Britain?" she asked

"Well, something like that" he smiled and shrugged.

She smiled at him. "I can't promise you about not letting father know about this" she said.

Dave smiled at her and returned his gaze to the land in front of him.

The boys returned with all he had requested and construction began.

One Month Later

Zulu was ignorant about everything and had not noticed the construction that was going on. Dave had concluded the house made of bamboo and was satisfied with it. It was a big bungalow with two bedrooms and pit toilets in each of them, a moderate sized lounge and a little corner outside the house where the cooking will be done.

Zulu returned from fishing and without entering into hut, Sakira pulled him to where the house was.

"Where are we going" he asked.

"Dave has a surprise for you" she said.

Together, they went to the construction site and Zulu's mouth fell open has he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Welcome to your new home father" Dave smiled.

"Thi...this...you...you made this" he said as he walked closer to the built house.

Haija came out of the bamboo house and pulled her husband in. They loved it. Zulu felt like a King. He studied the inside of the house. It was very different from their hut. It was brighter, finer and more spacious. It had doors and windows. It was beautiful. Sakira's siblings rushed into the house happily. They loved it.

Haija had never felt happier. She came out of the house and took Dave's hand.

"We are grateful to have you in our lives." She smiled and he nodded.

Dave couldn't wait to hear what Zulu had to say about the house.

Zulu came out of the house and looked at Dave with a neutral face.

"Dave" he paused. "You've proved your worth in our lives. And therefore, I'm ready to grant any of your heart desire." He said.

That was all he wanted to hear. To see that he gets what he wants,

"What do you wish for Dave?" Zulu asked

"Father.... I wish to marry Sakira" he said with confidence.

Zulu smiled. "She's all yours" he said.

Dave was filled with joy; he turned to Sakira and hugged her. Finally, he got his reward. He has his jewel all to himself. He has his wife.

As the usual custom, Dave went on his knees in front of everyone. He took Sakira's hand and looked at her with a serious face.

"Kira, I've gotten everyone's permission and I really want to know if you want to start this journey with me. I want to know if you are ready to be my partner forever. Sakira, will you marry me?" he asked

"Dave, I'm ready to start this journey with you. I'm ready to take this step with you. Dave, I will marry you" she said.

Without further thoughts, he got up and kissed her. Everyone around them clapped. Haija's eyes were filled with tears. Goloba, Ruqqa, Khadija, Kawu and Alimi were proud of their sister. Zulu was satisfied with Dave and he was proud of his daughter. She proved her worth.

Two weeks Later

"I'm nervous" Sakira said

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." Dave smiled.

He took her hand and together they came out from the new house. Sakira was dressed in white and so was Dave. He had on a white Agbada and sokoto. Sakira had a white buba and iro. On her head, hand and feet were beads of cowries. They got around a small table and were made to sit opposite each other. Sakira picked up the kola nut, bit out of it and gave it to Dave. He wondered if he was supposed to eat out of it. This type of wedding was very new to him. Sakira forgot to teach him. She laughed silently as she noticed he was curious about what to do with the kola nut. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the crowd. Zulu came closer to him and whispered into his ears. Understanding what to do, he smiled and ate the remaining kola nut. Sakira picked up the cup with palm wine; she drank out of it and passed it to Dave. He took it from her and drank it. He liked this type of wedding. She got up and he followed. Sakira took Dave's hand and walked to where her parents sat. She knelt down in front of them and Dave without further thoughts, he prostrated. The villagers clapped and congratulated the new couple. The talking drums played and the dancers came out to dance for them. Dave took Sakira's hand and they both danced along with the dancers. Dave was the happiest man on earth. He had all he wanted and nothing more. They danced happily and Dave pulled Sakira closer to him. He opened her veil and kissed her. The villagers shouted and clapped.

Suddenly, the drums stopped as a troop approached the ceremony. Dave wondered who the uninvited guest was. He noticed the logo and recognized it immediately. It was his father. What was he doing here?

Mr. Parker got down from his horse and walked to his son. He was surprised to see his son had adapted to the African lifestyle. He missed him and wanted to apologize. Zulu noticed Mr. Parker and thought he was a threat. Dave stopped him.

"Don't worry, leave this to me" he said to him.

Dave walked to his father. Now the whole crowd watched them.

"Dave" Mr. Parker called

"Why are you here father?" he asked

He hoped his father had not come to take him back to Britain.

"Dave, I came to apologize" he said.

Dave was stunned. "What?"

"I'm sorry I didn't support you and wasn't there for you. I realized how much I missed you and I didn't want to lose you like I did with your mother. Please forgive me son" Mr. Parker cried.

At least he wasn't here to take him back. Dave smiled and hugged his father.

"I forgive you father." He said. "Meet my wife" he gestured to Sakira

She got closer to Dave and smiled at Mr. Parker. Mr. Parker still wondered what his son saw in these set of people. But truly, people are designed in different ways. One man's food is another's poison.

Mr. Parker had no choice but accept this people. If his son likes them, then that means he could also like them. The talking drums started to play and the mood became lively again.

Dave pulled his father to the stage to dance, Zulu and Haija joined them. Sakira's siblings joined in and they all danced happily.

And finally, Sakira and Dave remained happily together.

We all are one, despite the colour, tradition, culture and custom.

THE END

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