Chapter 11

Marta had that skin that looked like milk under the sun, and her figure would remind me silently of laziza, and that was many of years past, but it sat fresh in My memory each time I saw Marta, she slowly began to teach me English and as I learnt new words each day my speach improved and our hearts grew fonder.

Soon Marta was learning how to cook from me, I had slowly began to teach her how to speak Arabic and African, small of the languages I picked up in my travels.

Marta was now always in the slave quarters and Elaine would come each time and drag her back to the masters area, I did not care ofcourse I knew the implications of her coming but I enjoyed her presence, so it mattered little.

I cherished each moment as I knew my time here would be a dream one I would never wake up from like all my life had been.

I was standing closes to the stables ready to feed the horses and take out thier shit, when I saw another black slave walk in.

He had a bright smile on his face and he looked really skinny, with dark knotted hair which looked liked cactus in a desert he walked slowly past me and straight to the load on the wagon.

He began to bring then down one after the other exuding strength ment for two, I quickly joined him and soon we had all the hay in the barn, sweat dripping from our bodies and our clothes drenched in them.

You talk to massa dauta?

He asked me while we were sitting by the side taking a rest under the shade of the barn, the noon sun had left its shadow to compensate for the sun blasting down on us.

I nod negatively, and then I drink water from a jug which I had dipped in the well earlier.

I like massa dauta too he continued not minding my answer.

I leave a lazy smile for him to see and he says, "everyone talking about you and massa dauta?

It was rare to see someone with this type of English, even though it was broken, he could speak.

Apart myself on this ranch, this is the next best speaker, I had learnt to speak fast and easily because I had knowledge of other languages and my learning skill has been honed over the years from constant reading.

Then he continued, "kill people say, massa kill you soon. "

I don't say anything still, I pick up the jug now I drink quickly and pour the rest over my body and then I take of my shirt, he looked at my body in awe and gasped"no mark!!!

I don't answer I just go back in the stable and begin to shove shit, I started to gather them to the side and he drags them out with a pan.

Kal I hear a familiar voice call, I turn my head and I see Marta here in the stables, I stop for a minute and turn to look at the other slave whose name I don't know yet.

But I couild see him grin ear to ear as he stares at Marta.

Hello! Marta says to him as she walks towards me, "I have been looking all over for you call where have you been?

" I have been here working miss Marta" I reply.

Come I want to show you something, come with me she says as we our of the stables and then we walk down a path which I was familiar with, there was a river at the far end and I was wondering why she would want to go towards the water.

Come she says walking in front as I followed obediently.

We walk for a while before we reach some set of trees marking the end of our brief stroll full of glances and smiles.

As we stop and watch the river for a while as it sparkles under the light of the sun, she raises her dress up and walks into the river slowly and I watch her as she holds her shoes in one hand and holding her short white dress with the same hand and motioning to me to come into the water,

I was there a bit confused now if I should go in, she walks towards me her feet dragging the flow and holds my hand, she pulls me into the water slowly as she takes her cloths off tossing them to the bank.

I do the same and the we hide our bodies inside the water which had covered most of her body which I had been trying to push my gaze away from but nature had the best of me.

We float in the water a bit as I practice my different water motions which I had honed across time.

She was in awe at the effortless backstrokes and how fast I was, each time I came close I would splash water at her before moving fast away from her and xshe would follow me and not be able to catch me.

And then I slowed down and watched the sun set, I loved how the sun went to sleep in the blossom of sky.

I felt her arms around me and her body had met mine, her breathing was on my neck and I could feel how heavy it was, mine too had began to pick up pace as her hand roamed by body slowly, it was as though she was scared to offset me.

But there I hear a voice scream from the banks, my name had been the subject of horror that rose from the mouth of elaina who, stood face red, hands clenched and her eyes burning hard, my talk stroke had slowly calmed down as I saw her.

Slowly I made my way to the banks and then took my clothes, I did not jstop to put them on, I just walked and put them on all at the same time.

My father is going to kill you!!! Elaine yelled behind me continously as I hurried away.

I went back to the stables and the other slave who I was meeting had gone, I did not know his name but I knew him at the slave quarters.