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I had heard rumors of white men taking my people captive, but I dismissed the rumors as simply thatÂ…rumors. Until I too became a captive.
I am the son of the great chief, Abiade, which in the white man language means "born of royal parents". My name is Nakisisa, which means "child of the shadows", and I had seen seventeen seasons. I have a younger brother by one season, Siwatu (born during a time of conflict), to whom I am very close. I also have an older sister of eighteen seasons, Mukantagara (born in a time of war), and a younger sister, Amali (hope) who has not yet seen six seasons.
If it weren't for Dhoruba (storm), my father would still be alive. If it weren't for Dhoruba, I wouldn't have been separated from my brother and family. If it weren't for Dhoruba, I wouldn't be a captive. Dhoruba was our family's servant, but he was also a traitor. During a ceremony, Dhoruba tried to get my father away and into the forest alone by saying that my father's life was threatened. Father went along, more for his people's sake than for his own. But Siwatu and I went along, being the confident young boys we were, thinking we could protect him. I noticed two men in the forest following us and told Dhoruba about them. However, Dhoruba told me that they were his friends. I heard a loud, sharp, popping sound behind me and Dhoruba told us to get down while he got down with us. Father fell to the ground beside me and I saw blood running down the side of his head. Before I could yell, a hand was clamped over my mouth. The hand was white! I started struggling, and I could hear my brother struggling also. But the owner of the hand was too strong and I gave up. I started sobbing. Over my crying I could hear two men with odd accents that I couldn't place arguing with Dhoruba over guns. Apparently, they were debating whether to kill Siwatu and I or not. They finally decided not to kill us. The men offered Dhoruba two new guns for the two of us...
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