Slave Trade Expedition to Africa
Part 20: Fotoba, village lost in time
     Our sailing ship docked at Fotoba. Scores of naked black bodies were lined up, shackled together, heads bowed, skin shining in the tropical sun. Our captain ordered the casks of rum and boxes of guns unloaded. Then purse in hand, he strode over to the slave trader sitting in a mahogany chair in the
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I'll take a good ole southern gent anyday over wine and cheese
By Charly Montgomery
     There is this amazingly cheap airline that flies direct from La Rochelle, France, where I was taking classes, to London, where my mother's half of the family resides. The only problem with this airline is there is a strict limit on baggage allowance and weight. Since I had spent four months on anoth
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