Category: Growing Up African

• Captive

  The air tasting salty and thick with moisture, made it harder to swallow. Her breathing more laboured, as she came to. Aida clung to her mother’s still, warm body in the forest. Her eyes searching the early morning mist as her wrist chains clattered.

  Warm Breeze Bliss!

  April 28, 2015

  Growing Up African, historical fiction

  captivity, courage, fiction, history, life, slavery