Chapter Eleven
Nancy had Maureen lie down on the bed and proceeded to treat her cuts with a healing salve. “The people of Africa know more about most medicines than the medical professionals of the Western Nations,” she said. Maureen was ready to agree with her. The cooling slave took the sting out of the whip cuts immediately. The angry red and purple welts magically receded to pink. As Maureen lay there feeling drained physically and emotionally she thought of the women who were to be auctioned off to the high bidders and of her own position.
‘We are all strangers in a strange land,’ she thought. ‘In many ways we’re much like the original African slaves who were taken by force from their homeland, their families, their customs and sold into slavery. The slave masters were, for the most
