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The quiet battles people fight every day — and why kindness matters 🧵
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Prince Sols
12 hrs agoHere’s a short story titled “The Slave Boy” — written in a traditional storytelling tone:
The Slave Boy
Long ago, in a small village surrounded by wide rivers and tall trees, there lived a boy named Kofi. He was born into slavery — a life he never chose but one he endured with quiet strength. His master, a wealthy merchant, treated him harshly, making him work from sunrise till nightfall in the fields and stables.
Yet, even in chains, Kofi’s heart was free. He dreamed of one day walking beyond the village walls, where the sky met the earth, and no man could call another his property.
One evening, as Kofi fetched water from the river, he noticed an old traveler resting by the shore. The man looked weary but kind. Seeing Kofi’s worn hands and tired eyes, he asked softly,
“Boy, do you wish to be free?”
Kofi nodded, though he had learned to hide such dreams from others.
The traveler smiled and gave him a small pendant shaped like a bird.
“Freedom begins here,” he said, pointing to Kofi’s chest. “When you believe you deserve it, no chain can hold you forever.”
That night, something changed inside Kofi. He began to work, not with despair, but with purpose. He learned quickly, listened carefully, and saved little things — a grain of wisdom here, a drop of courage there.
Years passed. One stormy night, when the merchant’s horses broke loose and chaos filled the compound, Kofi saw his chance. He ran — through mud, through rain, through fear — until the village lights disappeared behind him.
Days later, he reached the mountains, clutching the bird pendant close to his heart. For the first time, he felt the wind not as a servant’s burden but as a free man’s song.
And though his body bore the marks of slavery, his spirit soared higher than the chains that once held him.