Once upon a time in my future

The future is a mystery but if it could be placed in the right direction if our present is right and our past don't repeat itself.

This story is being said in different parts of the world but mine is the true version.

Many years ago , during the era of the slave trade, A large army of the famous oyo empire marched towards dahomey and beheaded it's king and torched the city, they left no stone unturned ,the city that was once great was left in shambles, they carried its inhabitants, They sold them to the European slave traders and made away with them on their ship.

Inside the ship, the women and their children continued to let out a pitiful cry ,the slave traders descended on their captives,beating them ruthlessly into submission. Those that had the courage to challenge the slavers were killed and thrown overboard. The chief of the slavers was particularly nasty, He appeared to derive sadistic pleasure in humiliating and abusing his victims. Not even the children and women were spared from his acts of wickedness.

Then one night, in the midst of the incomprehensible darkness of a wide ocean , a terrible storm began, thunder clapped and made noise sending long lashes of terrifying electricity across the black night ,the sea roared and the women shouted ,the children cried. the slavers were horrified.Then in a moment of terror ,one anaconda wave seized the ship and tore it into shreds . Every single one of them died - captives and captors except two persons -the white chief of slave traders and one of the enslaved black men.