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Life of a slave Master tells us to be thankful. But what for? Summer’s oppressive humidity and heat in which we work under the blazing sun? Winters freezing cold when which we have no coats or blankets? Starving from lack of food? Being brainwashed with lack of education? Working sun-up to sun-down? Receiving endless beatings? Feeling the throb of whip marks on my back? Having no love towards me? Barely any sleep? No aspiration for a better life? Daze misting the world for lack of hope? Is that what we should be grateful for?



Life of a slave