Slave trade

The panting became louder and louder as Abubakar lay on the ground, hungry and dying of heat. The ship smelled with the reek of the corpses of slaves dying of hunger, heat or suffocation. I could not take it any longer, I too was dying, and our future held nothing but unrewarded work. I rambled on, just for the sake of staying alive. Eventually the ship stopped and we heard the anchor drop. I had survived the trip! But I knew that the worst lie ahead of me. A bearded man with a sword harshly pointed to the land and gave me something that seemed to be a gardening tool. He showed me how to scrape the ground and put seeds on the plain. The day was dry, but it was not very hot compared to home. By the end of the day, my hands were bloody and I was dizzy, but I found a way to fall asleep. I knew that to survive I had to sleep. What I was unsure of it whether I wanted to survive or not. Either way I continued to survive, week to week, day to day, hour to hour, until I would find a way to escape.
Today was especially warm; after only an hour of work, I began to get dizzy. I fell to the ground; many thought me to be dead. Since they had no further use of me, I was just thrown into the wilderness. Now I sit here telling this story to you; in the jungle hoping for a miracle.