where are you?
I woke up to behold the sun rise with you,
We learn to walk hand in hand while my legs were but feeble,
I taught my mind was playing tricks on me,
Because, I remember your strong hands hold me from the dangers of my fear,
Your boldness made my worries but as a fly,
Blown away by the strong winds with which you brought me gifts of large fishes,
I woke up only to find out you were gone,
Where are you?
The one my heart had always longed to be with,
Now I woke up to be told you were gone,
Gone , gone , gone , gone, gone
Gone , never to be seen again.
Where are you?
-The cry of Akosua who lost her sweetheart Akwasi to the slave trade some 300 years ago
This is part of my instalments on the slave trade.Forgive me if I made any errors,corrections are always welcomed
