A vast sea of sand lay ahead,no offshore,no tides , no trademarks.
Only sinking sand sucking our blood, our greener pastures withered on the desert.
The wind blew our skin away,leaving a dusty mirror flesh gasping for green (life). No! the scorchy sun turning dim,no our eyes playing tricks.
Withered and burried in the sea of sand. The fate of millions on the voyage.
We were burried without coffin, without a grave. Our kinsmen could not adore us in Kente before burial. Our fate could not pronounce us ancestors.
Our withered body floating on the sea of sinking sand that sucked our blood. The dried desert could not stop our tears.
Only the scavengers conducted post – mortem. But could not tell us anything,their pleasures made them stayed longer.
Forever burried without a grave in the sinking sand that sucked our blood.
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