Me Dela Monologue

How did I get here?From living in a small village in Ghana with my family to now being auctioned off against my will.My name is Adele Fayette but on the plantation, they called me Dela.Born in 1785 I was the eldest of seven children all responsibility laid on my shoulders. After the death of my father John's life became extremely hard.So I got married so that I may take care of my siblings.Life was going well until one day I saw everything I had ever known up in flames.A group of white men forced their way into my home, when my husband tried to fight them off they banded together and tied him and I up. Then they took all of my siblings as I cried for them to stop and asked why.We were then all put on a boat packed head to toe like sardines.I
what do you mean sold?Then they came and took me to the stage.I did not look as good as I looked back home i was small and weak,my teeth were as yellow as corn i ate and my hair was matted,my skin once caramelized skin was no pale and my back was slumped over and clothes torn.When it came to my auction the highest offer I got was a dollar.I was sold to Mister James Symonette the biggest plantation owner in all of Antigua he said I was only good for working in the house as because the Mistress did not get along to kindly with the old one.I never knew what became of my siblings or my husband.I was all alone.I was transported to the plantation and it was humongous.We walked coffle to coffle together to ensure that none of us ran away. My belly rumbled as I basically starved for months. We were fed very little for the duration of the journey. This included a corn meal and a tough pork. Living on the plantation was even more of a nightmare.On a scarce good day, we ate salted fish along with some corn meal “We got to keep y’all’s energy up,we ain’t paid for no sluggard nappy head Niggers.” the overseers said while laughing but we all knew he meant every word he
The finest of dishes, the newest gadgets, and paintings for the family. Every morning at Five the work started.If you didn’t hear the chickens crow at exactly five you were in deep trouble. It was one of two things that would either be drenched in freezing cold water or receive a whipping straight across whatever you laid on either your back or on your belly. After that, I would have to start by cleaning the living room. There were six of us that worked in the house. Phillis,Eliza, Martha, Lucy, Sarah and me.I got the living room because of the condition of my back. Mistress Symonette always made a mockery saying that it helped me get to all the little crevices and sweep under the table. She also made me watch the baby Catherine all day everyday.I worked 20-hour days and suffered immense pain. I must admit we had seen better days than the field workers, but when things got bad it was a war zone. First of all,we would not be able to leave until the house was what Mrs.Symonette wanted. If the tile didn’t shine do it again,if there was even the tiniest speck of dust on the cubert do it again and if you keep messing up, or if there was even a little bit of rude inflection in your voice Boom a slap landed on your face. We dare not open our mouths or dare to slap her back as the reward never outweighed the risk. It killed me inside knowing that I would probably never see my family again or like a normal life I was now bound to living in an