Part II Chocolate: Product of West Africa

Tonight is filled with emotion, tonight is the night I will be leaving. I will be leaving everything I've owned and everything that I've grew up around. Tonight is the night I will be leaving my parents without them knowing. Tonight is the night I will be able to leave my village for more money. I will leaving Ghana which is where I've always leaved. I will be leaving my sister's and brother's behind, I will be going to a village close by. I'm leaving everything behind in order to find a better paying job. I am a very hard worker and I try to earn every cent I make.

The night began and I was very nervous about leaving without telling my parents. They are very important to me, but I have to find a better working condition. After everyone in the house had been asleep for an hour or two I wrote a note stating "I love you all very much, I hope you will understand" and I left, without saying goodbye to my family. The following morning I finally arrived at the village I went to the farmer's home that promised me I could have a job making "$300 for a year’s worth of work" (Timmerman 64). So everything went well and I finally got to start. It was a very tough job, but I made myself do it just thinking about what I’ll get out of doing all this.

Four months has pasted, there was this middle aged young male that came to visit our farm, he was very interested in how we grew the cocoa beans. He asked for me to speak with him and of course I did. I told him all about how I moved here for the better working conditions and the better pay. They he started to ask me why I moved from the first farm in my old village to here I replied back “I Left there because they didn’t have respect for workers. They didn’t give food. They forced us to work” (Timmerman 64). The male replied back “Do they hit you?” (Timmerman 64). I was very cautions with this man he seemed as if he really cared. I told him that they don’t beat they do worse. He took it as if the owners molest us, which is very untrue. I hated the way they treated us here also I just wanted to be back to see my family, is that so much to ask for? The days got longer with this male here I had to take him out on the farm and show him around and how we do things

One night he had asked me and my master if I could go meet a fella he had previously meet in a different village, to be his interrupter. My master had told him I was studying English before I had come to this village. So, I had went and I thought to myself this is the perfect time to leave and go back home I don’t really care about the money I just want to go home. I had went to this fella’s house that he had meet in a village before the one we are in now. I translated everything that he wanted me too and we had to go back to the farmer’s house that I worked for. We stopped at a little bar on the side of the road and I paid “60 cents for a double shot” and I had drank it in two big gulps (Timmerman 106). I told the man that I had to use the restroom and I said to myself “this is the time, the time to get out and go back to Ghana.” So, I just went out the back door instead of going to the restroom and took off I went home to my family, and at that moment I had made the best decision.