Mtwafy and Kavoo watched helplessly as their families, some with babies clang to their backs, being roped and chained together from neck to neck in gangs, also with their hands bound behind their backs.
Women wailed, men groaned and children screamed relentlessly as the Arabs mercilessly whipped them, slashing their backs, prodding them out of the slave warehouses, into the hostile jungle on their march to the coastal slave market.
Slowly, the long columns of chained and yoked black men, women and children snaked out of the slave warehouses under the hills, into the harsh thorny jungles toward the coast, hundreds of miles away. Chief Mtwafy and Kavoo foamed in the mouths like beasts of burden, with anger, shame, regret, embarrassment and frustrations at the hands of their treacherous Ara
