He was woken up the following morning by the cruel shouts of the white slavers and the pathetically desperate wails, screams and cries of the slaves. They were mercilessly flogged as they were led out of the gray building into the waiting ships, at the shores of the intimidating blue, awesome Atlantic Ocean.
As they were being roughed up into the ships, Ojukwu stared back with gloom, at his homeland in the distance for the last time. Tears rolled down his cheeks when he remembered his family, who must have been wondering what befell him and his nephew in the forest. He vividly remembered the faces of their black kidnappers, who were sorely responsible for their horrible suffering.
The white hooligans shoved the chained slaves to the slave holds in the ship using lashes, blows, kicks, and
