I Elizabeth Keckley am back to share yet another unforgettable time of my life. Today it’s been 6 months since I last wrote and since I last saw my loved ones.
"My life has been an eventful one”. I was born in Africa, which I inherited from my ancestress. Africa a land of poor and a land controlled by devils dressed in white. From my innocent child hood I was thought that “never to believe in time and fate because it can change in a blink of an eye”. I was never benefited from any form of education because my parents couldn’t afford to educate me along with my other sibling. They were not poor but the government of hells made us live like as if we were unfortunate. Africa was not a free country, it felt like I was told what to do and what not to do. I was tired of this but I still loved my homeland more then my mother. I always thought that I was happy and nothing else can go wrong as everything wrong already. I did not know much of my father; I was only told that my father got kidnapped by those same demons. I never faced those demons as I was told that they were awful legends, I always thought it was a bedtime story but it wasn’t just a story after all.
I was unaware that my worst and the most unfortunate days have arrived disguise as my happy and blessed days. It all started on March of 1895. I was feeling a terrible storm deep inside me, but outside I could feel smooth ice flaks. I had absolutely no idea what is going on and why. But it was soon over when my mother wished me my birthday. Yes! it was my birthday and I was expecting it to be special. Me and my siblings went outside for a celebration. Everything was perfect but that feeling of storm and annoyance inside me was arising. It felt as no one in the whole world saw the storm coming, but me. At way back home I was behind others. The sense of time acting against me and not wanting me to walk faster, I tried and I tried to reach the rest of my family, but I just couldn’t....