Poster Source: moofyme.com By nightfall Samba and the people he led made it to Bada. Ann Cox was saddened that most of the soldiers ...
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By nightfall Samba and the people he led made it to Bada. Ann Cox was saddened that most of the soldiers did not make it alive. She had to write a note to her brother was in charge of a British cavalry in Selay explaining the circumstances in which those European soldiers died. Reverend Jeremy Dudley was glad when he heard that Se’mua, his brightest African student was back in Bada. He was so pleased that he promised himself he would go pay her and her mother a visit in the morning. Not long after Se’mua, Samba and sunu arrived, word went around amongst the men who jostled each other to buy Se’mua that she was back to Bada. John Grey and Robert Staple were in the lead of the machinations which swung into action that night. Francis Ferrer and Edward Langley were of purer intentions about taking Se’mua out of the continent. That night John Grey invited Samba to discuss his offer to acquire Se’mua ahead of the others with the same intention. “Samba, I will forfeit all the slaves you owe me if you let me buy Se’mua for ten Pounds. I believe that my deal is a fair deal. What do you have to say?” “The same answer I gave you when you first asked. Se’mua is not for sale and will never be forced into slavery. If you want a thousand slave girls of her age, we can arrange for that; but Se’mua will never be sold into slavery.” “If that be your answer, then be prepared to pay me the monetary value of all the slaves you owe me.” “Mr. Grey, I actually I owe you no slaves.” “What did you just say Samba?” “You heard me right; I owe you no slaves. How do I know you truly lost that number of slaves and how is it my business that they died, if they actually did? What I do know is that the slaves I sold to you were in good health when you bought them from me and were so even when they got on the ship. How then do you blame me for slaves who died on the ship thousands of miles away from here?”
“Samba, I hope for your sake you know what you are doing? If you won’t let me buy Se’mua on the terms I have presented to you, then you leave me with no choice than to force you into slavery for the slaves you owe me. I can make the letter authorizing me to do so appear in days.” “You can threaten me all you want, Mr. Grey; but you should know that I will never let you buy Se’mua for any of your numerous dark designs.” John Grey did not like Samba calling his plans for Se’mua ‘dark designs’ and so he slapped Samba. Samba was a man of inflammable temper; he returned the slap and sent John Grey to the floor with a torn lip. While John Grey lay on the floor and stunned by Samba’s angry retaliation; Samba rushed toward him and attempted to put his feet on his neck to squeeze the life out of him; but had to restrain himself. Breathing heavily, Samba stormed away from John Grey. There was going to be consequences for laying his hands on a white man and he knew it. That night while the shenanigans about who would get Se’mua played out secretly, Se’mua was having a hard time getting her mind around what was being revealed to her. “The old ways are in danger. The lands over which we are guardians are dying. Too many of our people die. The blood shed by the white man sickens the guardians of the lands. For this reason we sent you. You are Ha’Kamara and will never be Se’mua.” “But I am Se’mua, a child of the river people. And what can a child like me do.” “A child like you can summon the guardians to fight! The guardians favour you and would not let you be killed even when you were born on the day of the gods. Like I told you earlier, you are not of the river people; quit bearing the name Se’mua. You are Ha’Kamara, you come from the Bodgi tribe. Your people are fearless warriors and brave hunters.” “The things you say are too big for me to understand. When I return from school tomorrow, you shall come and explain more of them to me. I want to know about my mother and father.”
Speaking hastily, the guardian spirit said, “Your father and mother live in Bodgi. Your mother every day waits for your return. She believes you are alive. She is like us, she has faith.” “I have had enough for the night, guardian spirit; can we continue this by tomorrow?” “Yes Ha’Kamara.” The guardian spirit slowly faded into shadows. By morning all the white slave merchants held meeting with John grey and agreed that they shall send a party to Selay to convince the British administrator there to issue a paper to John Grey, authorizing him to force Samba into slavery on the grounds of the monetary value of the slaves he owed him and for beating up a white man. Their letter which was sent to Selay was written to the best of their abilities to paint Samba a violent man who was capable of leading revolt against British interests in Bada and all the lands around it. Their plan was get rid of Samba and possibly Sunu, if she was to be a problem to them, and then cast a lot amongst themselves to know who would pay the others to have Se’mua as his slave. True to his word, Reverend Dudley came to visit Se’mua early in the morning long before classes would start in his school. He was happy to see Se’mua making ready to leave for school. Sunu having spent some time amongst some Europeans in Bada, knew exactly how to welcome the reverend. She made a dash into the kitchen and prepared coffee while Se’mua kept Reverend Dudley busy with her piquant mind. “Tell me Reverend, how much have I missed since I have been away?” “No Se’mua, the question is how much did we miss you since you have been away? We missed you every day and wondered for long when you would return. It will be my pleasure to present you Se’mua to your classmates this morning.” At the second mention of her name Se’mua, she slumped to the ground. The reverend was alarmed and rushed to help her off the ground.
Just in time Sunu came in with the cup of coffee she had prepared for the reverend. Setting the cup of coffee on a table she ran to check on Se’mua. Reverend, please tell me, what happened to her?” “I don’t know! One moment she was beaming with a smile and suddenly she passed out. It must be the long journey you took back to Bada yesterday. Send someone to bring Ann Cox, tell her that Se’mua has passed out!”
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