Though slavery had been abolished some two hundred years ago, the indelible marks it had impinged upon the minds all human beings is unforgettable. At the English program of Al-Jazeera, last night, I watched reverend Jesse Jackson, the great American civil rights activist, taking a tour at dungeons in some West African coastal cities where slaves were being packed and squeezed in dungeons and transported just like normal cargo. I was impressed by the the prays he had presided over inside the dungeon together with other colleaques of all colors. He forgave the culprits and every person of African origin is supposed to do the same as harboring revenge feelings in your heart will only do more harm than good

She is lonely and worried
She is missing her husband
She lives with a weeping heart
Inside her mind she digs a hole
To hide in the depths of dreams
And to find solace within herself
Praying for her husband's safe return
But far away he is from a safe return
He had exited from the gates of no return
He fell in the trap of slave-hunters
He was captured while working in his farm
And had been put in stinking dungeons
He left behind a trail of painful teardrops
As he was ferried to the US as a slave
But his wife waited for him until she passed away
OH LOrd may their hearts meet in heaven