Harold Afumba, great great grandson of David Afumba was a slave on the Afumba plantation. Harold, like his great great grandfather, was extremely smart, and was a great reader. Because of David, all of his family after him learned to read and write. Harold was considered a trouble maker to his master, and was constantly caught trying to escape. Recently Harold had not been as active in his attempts, but only because he had a better plan. Having seen a lot of the area outside of his plantation, he mapped out a pathway to get all of the slaves out in one night. He decided that they would steal the plantation's horses, and then ride through the swamp that was west of them, covering their tracks for a few miles. From there they'd follow the North Star to freedom. He waited for the night of the next full moon, a signal he'd set up with the other slaves.
The night of the full moon was a very dreary one. A thunderstorm struck, and so did an opportunity. Harold and the others rushed out to the stables, and loaded everyone onto a horse. Once they all saddled up, Harold took the lead and led them to the swamp. For two days they traveled, eating only what they could harvest and kill. Once they made it out of the swamp they began only traveling at night. With the guidance of Harold, they made it two states north of the Afumba plantation, both safely and quickly. Once they made it to the next state, Harold began to get a funny feeling. One morning, while resting up, horses began to close in on all the slaves. On one of the horses was their master. Harold stood, holding his ground.
"On behalf of the president of the United States, I've come to tell you all that you have been freed. Slavery has ended."
"Oh yeah, then what's with the guns?"
"Oh these, well, I was just wondering who could have possibly came up with such an elaborate plan that cost me my horses?!"
"You're looking at him. What are you gonna do about it?"
"Oh Harold I'm glad you asked. While the rest of you are free, you Harold owe me something."
"And what's that?"
"YOUR LIFE YOU DIRTY FUCKING YANK!!!"
Harold, knowing he'd be the first to die if they got caught, ran right up to his former master, swinging wildly. He hit him once, twice, and just before he landed anything else, he was restrained.
"You're gonna pay for that one Harold!"
Harold looked up to see a double barrel rifle staring down at him.
"Everyone go! Don't come back for me, go enjoy your freedom!!!"
"Hey boy, the men in your family have always been tougher than anyone else. I believe my father put yours down in a similar way imma put you down you yank!!"
And with a smirk on his face he pulled the trigger, as simply as he'd flip a lightswitch.