Escape From Mr. Golf's Plantation by Ali Ahmad Muhammad translated by Sam Hamod

Escape From Mr. Golf’s Plantation by Ali Ahmad Muhammad translated by Sam Hamod

escape from mr. golf’s plantation,  july 12, 1858,  by Ali Ahmad Muhammad

translated from Arabic by sam hamod

It was a long day, hot sun and no water, but we struggled against the mud as we slogged through the Georgia swamps.  we could hear our slosh in the water, but we tried to stay as quiet as we could but the mud kept holding our legs down, and the stink of fetid water almost made me throw up, but we had to go on, had to make it before daylight, had to stay in swamp water, not to leave a scent for the dogs, or the men with lanterns shouting for us to give up and come home,

had to keep going,

had to get there,

had to get me some freedom,

had no idea what it was or what I could do with it—

knew I could starve on a northern street,

   but I didn’t care,

   it was time to take this chance

   I was going to make it or die trying

© sam hamod, 6.26.14