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tanding on the deck of the old ship that had carried him and nine others across the sea from Nigeria, Jambon felt something was wrong. It was nothing specific as yet, but his instincts told him to be cautious. There were some unexpected changes, and he didn’t trust the explanations despite reassurances from Samuel Imshana. They could see the lights of America in the distance, and everyone was anxious to stand on American soil, seeing first-hand the wonders underneath those lights. But the ship had stopped before docking, and they were told that they must transfer to a smaller boat which would take them ashore. Mr. Imshana and the other man in charge of their little group, the one called Marco with many tattoos up and down his arms, explained this was necessary because they di
