(April, 16th)
Unit Sixteen Misery of the Negro Slaves
400 years ago, many European colonists with supple hair went to Africa and subverted the aboriginal empires. After the subjection, local residents succumbed to the colonists. The conquerors found them stocky and submissive. They surmised that those tangible traits made them suitable for strenuous work. So they shipped those Negroes to America in order to supersede animal labor.
During the 1600s, from African plains to the summits, millions of Negroes tallying the requirements were tied together with strap. Their noses were transfixed and their faces tinted. Then they were jammed into stout ships teeming slaves thrust by sails and shipped to America. While in the ship, they fed on tepid tenuous porridge and stodgy corn. Stripped of all things, their head thumped the deck and their noses tingled while the ship waved. Such bad conditions were not tentative, so they became torpid and tranquil as well as susceptible. Surplus people were thrown into the sea and were submerged by water. As the slavers kept tantalizing them, Even the most temperate man became sullen. Their touchy temperament caused much strife and many ships strayed.
After they finally surmounted all the difficulties stunting them and subsisted until they reached America, they found themselves suffusing the slaver’s farms to which they were subsidiary. Their stingy superintendents stipulated with them that, their job was temporal and would soon be supplanted by more succinct work. It’s their tact however. Everyday they ate their sustenance when the bell tolled. It was tacit in the synopsis of the contact that they can never be free. Their thrift and torment transcended all that in human history.
When their deeds transpired, the colonists’ reputation got tarnished. International organizations sublimated the topic of fighting against slavery and began to tackle the problem.
(April, 17th)
Unit Seventeen The Perilous Journal
Common tourists virtually never go upstream the Amazon River too far. I’ve been venerating those valiant adventurers as well as wistful and longing to become one, until last year, I joined a group of archaeologists who were trying to unearth archaic vestiges, such as wares polished with varnish, from a site deep in the rainforests.
Several trotting mules tugged our boat. Our leader, Jimmy, was an upright, witty man with unshaken will. He wielded the steer warily and kept vigilant. The water trickling underneath our boat formed trifling waves. The uncanny scenes and unruly animals on the banks aroused our whims.
It was dawn and everything around was vague. Suddenly the boat was wagged sharply and we woke up in turmoil. There was a huge whirlpool ahead, which generated vehement vibration. As we waddled toward Jimmy, he veered the boat with not a whit of hurry until we escaped the turbulent area.
Still in trepidation, we got onto the bank and launched a campfire with twigs. We took off the wet clothes and wrung them out, then dried them on the fire through ventilation. I made a wry smile because I was wearing an unbecoming coat in vogue. We then composed a verse to praise Jimmy’s wit and valor.
As the incident vexed us, our faith wavered and our courage waned. Somebody tried to wheedle Jimmy into aborting the adventure, but Jimmy vetoed the suggestion. “Unless unanimity, I won’t agree with such unseemly advice.” He vindicated his decision.
