Clotilda was a child of royal ancestry born on an African slave ship headed for the Americas. A bloodline which knew only opulence, wealth and safety. A bloodline of spiritual leaders and healers.
Her programming was for a world vastly different to the one she emerged into. She grew up knowing the depths of human depravity at the mercy of evil men and selectively blind women.
A Victim of Villains who believed themselves to be Heroes.
But no number of lashings could dim the magic of the light inside of her. A light that was healing to all who basked in her presence. A light so powerful it transcended the deepest fears of her community.
She alchemised wounds into wisdom. Pain into passion. Sorrow into joy. Hopelessness into higher connection. But she could not stay hidden from her ‘masters’. She was a threat to them. She was a threat to the entire system.
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The Clotilda was a slave ship heading to the Americas AFTER slavery was outlawed. One of around 360,000 ships that brought over 5 MILLION Africans in bondage to build the ‘Land of the Free’ (Why is irony always missed??) After delivering the ‘cargo’ the ship was burned to destroy the evidence but the story / dates / locations etc were memorised in detail and passed down through the slaves and future generations by spoken word. The white men called it a lie and insisted that there was no evidence to support the ships existence or the allegations. Recently the ship was found. The evidence found. Validating generations of trauma and pain. There is a documentary of the same title that is fascinating to watch. It made me feel somewhat better about lying here slowly dying at the hands of evil men. It could be worse. Being used as forced labour is worse than just lying here withering year after year. (although arguably, I already lived that life. It was my childhood. Laws forcing children to attend school are all that protected me from being a full time slave).
Good work for what could be a story of a slave who has power to overcome all or many obstacles.
A very powerful micro, Kayleigh. Well done!
Great work! You managed to pack a lot of power into a small amount of words.
I love how you understated the dramatics in your words. This short piece is well written and leaves quite a bit to the reader's imagination.
"She alchemised wounds into wisdom. Pain into passion. Sorrow into joy. Hopelessness into higher connection." Powerful bit of micro fiction.
Great micro, Kayleigh. "She alchemised wounds into wisdom" is such a great line!
"A Victim of Villains who believed themselves to be Heroes." Whoaaaa, that line!! I read it soooo many times. It was soooo deep! Loved your story so much!
Hope in hell.
Really powerful and great micro-fiction! 🩷 the 'villains who believed themselves to be the heroes' line ... my gosh! Just so strong and impacting!