"What?" Alex, Tamika and Jada asked, looking at the smiling woman. Sydney grinned and proceeded:
"Well, this NGO, the "Black Supremacy Without Borders" works with some villages and some tribes in Africa, they teach them about the ways of the Black Supremacy and sometimes leave some white slaves for example there..."
"Syd, what have I told you already? Alex is not a slave, he is almost a member of a family, he is like..."
"A pet", Tamika playfully said, receiving a gentle slap on the head from her mom.
"This seems dangerous, I mean, these tribes are..."
"Oh JJ, don't worry. All this view that we have from the African tribes, portraying them as weird and evil, is just old white supremacist propaganda. I have met some people who worked with them and they say that it's very safe. All Alex would do is help them build ruts, take care of animals and maybe even teach them English!"
"Well... I don't know...'' Jada gave Alex a look, the boy seemed so fragile, she couldn't think about him doing any hard work in an ancient African tribe.
"Don't be too dramatic. He will not be alone there, probably there are going to be other white slav... people, other white people and a couple of members from the NGO taking care of everything, the boy will be fine! Also, he is not gonna be able to use the money while he stays there, so you are gonna need to take care of his salary..."
Both Jada and Tamika smiled. They weren't really thinking about stealing the boy's money, but having a couple more cash entering the house would always be good. Clapping her hands, Jada looked at her sister and asked a final question:
"When are they leaving?"
"They asked me if I could grab another white slave until tomorrow, I think they might go this week..."
"Well them..." Jada looked at the boy, "I think you should start packing, right Alex?"
This whole experience didn't seem real to the boy. Five minutes ago he was having his breakfast, now, he had a flight booked for this week, to god knows where in the middle of the mother continent. He opened his mouth to protest, but realizing it wasn't his decision, he just waited for the inevitable...
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Alex rested his head against the warm glass of the airplane's window. His eyes watched the yellow ground, bathed by the hot sun and the tall trees that made shadows where some animals and people rested. These past days seemed to have gone in a blink for the boy. He soon had his baggage ready and he was thrown onto a massive airplane by the NGO members, and now, he waited for the airplane to land, selling his destiny.
A couple of seats in front of him, in the executive class, was his guide. She was light-skinned, in her middle 20s, and was wearing a classic safari outfit with a hat, white shirt, khaki pants, and boots. Apparently, she was the one responsible for telling Sydney about the NGO and she had great pleasure at seeing Alex. "They will love him!", she said, once she saw the boy at the airport.
As soon as they landed in a crowded airport in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Alex had a panic attack. The way people speak, their clothes, their food, it all felt too different to him, almost like he was on another planet! As he watched his guide go grab her baggage, he saw an opportunity to run away...
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