Dar es Salaam Port.
Slave trading market.
"These natives are yours now, Mr. Abrag. A pleasure doing business with you." The staff handed over a batch of slaves to the Zanzibar slave merchant.
"Of course, my friend. Good luck to you," Abrag said.
He then ordered his men to put chains on the natives, and another line of slaves left East Africa just like that.
Abrag was a long-term partner of the East African colony. His father was a minister of the Sultanate of Zanzibar.
The long procession slowly made its way toward the docks under the watch of enforcers.
"Livestock! Don't look back again! From today onward, you'll never be able to return! Give up that foolish hope!"
The Zanzibaris used Swahili to strike at the natives' spirits.
It was a standard procedure in the slave trade, meant to snuff out the last hope in the slaves' hearts.
Becoming slaves was not especially frightening to Black people, because they themselves still lived in the tribal age. The natives of the African continent fought one another constantly, and it was perfectly normal for the defeated to become slaves.
In the tribal age, every tribe captured people from hostile tribes and turned them into slaves, or was captured by hostile tribes and reduced to slavery themselves.
In other words, slavery was a commonplace sight on the African continent, so the natives were not overly panicked after becoming slaves. Their worldview was simply this—losers became slaves.
Moreover, in the eyes of some natives, being a slave in the East African colony was actually not bad!
This was not nonsense. Under the East African colony's work discipline, these native slaves were actually fairly satisfied with their lives. Though they were tired every day, at least their food supply was stable.
These natives had