Slavery of the 21st Century ( Human trafficking Story)

Bonded Labor slavery is one of the least known forms of human trafficking.

Young Men and Women all over the world are lured by human traffickers

posing as job employers who use attractive job adverts and opportunities

as a disguise to trick and trap desperate women and men in bonded labor.

The job advert was juicy. “Female nurses wanted,

attractive salary in dollars with benefits, no

experience required”. Words printed online screaming

“better life”. Opportunities bleeding from a job that

was too good to be true. Living a hard life in conflict

torn lands, struggling with the unemployment crisis,

frustration and debt problem. This became her hope

and redemption, her only escape from poverty.

The lines of happiness and excitement smeared

on her face as she traveled to a foreign country,

a tale of sweet fantasies revoked beyond the sea.

She had no idea what injustices awaited her.

Her passport and documents were taken from

her at the airport as she was quickly whisked

into a black van with six other girls her age.

She didn’t understand what was going on.

An unfamiliar country, strange location and harsh

rules. A new identity caressed, stripped of her rights;

She belongs to the master of the household now.

Working long hours without pay, a servant to every

need. A victim of cruelty, greed, abuse and twisted

desires. A slave to his carnal fort and a victim of

incessant mistreatments. She is injured physically

and morally. Her heart is crushed, body is violated

and her mind is bruised. She is constantly exploited,

but not discarded. Shrouded by hunger pains, fatigue

and distress. Her voice is in a tangled mess, a shrill cry

amidst confrontation. She is sad, scared and worried.

“Fate played a bad trick on me,” she cried. She quickly

believed a resonance of lies to go across the sea in search

of a better life. The lines of hate shattered her hope,

corroded her faith and invaded her soul. Injustices destroyed

her peace, suppressed her memories and silenced courage.

A victim of human rights violation, and oppression. Helpless and

living in fear, with no mode of communication or escape route.

Her family and friends have no idea where she’s living and working,

she didn’t have a chance to call or text them when she arrived in

another country. Her personal details are stashed at the bottom of

the archives at the embassy, the records only indicate her real names

and nationality but nothing about her work and where she is living.

It’s hard to look for someone who doesn’t want to be found.

That’s the perception. She’s at the mercy of her oppressors.

She’s constantly praying for someone to rescue her. Wishing for a miracle.

Hoping that someday the chains will break and she’ll reclaim her freedom

from the oppression of bonded labor slavery and return back to her country.

Clutching on to faith, holding onto hope.

©FloetryC 2015



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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