(Photo copyright Randy Mazie)
My life’s journey will end here, in a wooden box piled high with rocks to hold it down when the rains come.
This year of 1830 has brought great change to my life. I have gone from enslaved and beaten Virginia farmhand to citizen of the new colony of Liberia. Many of my shipmates have turned their backs on the soil and taken to trade with the natives. They have failed. I have gratefully accepted my allotment of land and work it with joy.
I know the land. I am free. And I will die a free man of property.
(Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. July 12, 2013.)