My name is At Mun I am the prince of the At-Mun-Shi tribe. I am 15 years old and I have a sister that is 12 years of age. My father is a well-respected chief that all the tribesmen and women look up to. I have to conduct myself in a very orderly manor because there are always someone’s eyes on me.

            Today we celebrated with mystic dance praying to the gods for a bountiful harvest. But all of this was interrupted when a group of white men fired their muskets killing my father. We were no match for them.  With their weapons aimed at us other slavers moved in to capture the strong and useful. They shackled us with bamboo cuffs and loaded us onto canoes where we were then taken to their boat.