Rough Diamonds 

"White Pearls"

Part 5

Rough Diamonds

My name is Kareem and I am the adopted son and 'protege' of Maluchistan's pre-eminent importer and seller of slaves, Malik Al-Masri.

Malik is my mother's brother who never had a son of his own and early in my life, he decided that I would be his 'de facto" son and heir who would eventually inherit his business, 'The House of Malik'. 

Our family's proud history as slave-traders is a long one stretching back over several centuries and began with our brave corsairs who waged war against the unbelievers. Later, my ancestors bravely ventured into Africa to harvest black slaves for the slave-markets of the lands of Islam.

Like my beloved adoptive father, I am proud of our family history and I am conscious of the great trust he has placed upon me to carry on his long involvement in the slave-trade. I have vowed not to disappoint him and it is a promise I am determined to keep. 

Despite my enthusiasm, I know as a young man and a novice, I have much to learn about the slave-trade and my father has much to teach me. As a mere boy, I well recall his first words of wisdom were spoken thus:

"Kareem, always remember that to be a successful slave-trader and enforcer of right behaviour from a slave, you need to be a sadist. Never shirk from inflicting pain on a slave should he offend you. A slave only learns to bow down and submit through suffering harsh discipline."

Those words have stayed with me down through the years and they have influenced my attitude towards our slaves as they are prepared and trained for their servitude. As a result, I am a strict disciplinarian and I brook no waywardness from any slave. Any infraction of the rules - no matter how slight - is immediately 'rewarded' with harsh punishment.

As part of my duties, I recently worked with two new slaves - siblings from Canada - and I am happy to say they are now very close to being marketed. Although, I believe there is private interest in the older slave who did present me with a challenge. The infidel dog was slow to break but eventually he bowed down and submitted to his fate. I enjoyed working with these two slaves and I will expand on them at a later time. 

But now, I must take delivery of a shipment of new, white slaves.These slaves were 'recruited' from the crowded streets of large cities by gangs of illicit slavers and consigned to us for training and eventual sale. How I look forward to working with these new slaves and in this, I am enthusiastically assisted by a team of black Africans - who are also slaves; albeit trustee ones -  who will train the new slaves in all aspects of their new lives. I will enjoy supervising and watching the training methods used by the Africans on these unsuspecting new recruits.

Even more enjoyable for me to watch will be the utter disbelief of the new, white slaves as they are made to surrender their bodies to black lust.

As you can see these slaves are in a sorry state; they will need to be unpacked, cleaned up and deloused before they are ready for my initial examination of their naked bodies. 

Packed into individual cages and stacked one on top of the other in the cold, dark hold of a lumbering cargo plane which flew a slow, circuitous route lasting several days, they are besmirched by their own filth and foulness and the stench of their bodies is stomach-churning.

I always refer to these new slaves as 'rough diamonds' and it is my task to turn them into the exquisite 'white pearls' for which the House of Malik is justifiably famous.

Picture found on the internet; source unknown. Text is mine.