A warm tropical place, where the breeze is gentle and you could hear the hills singing as the morning sun raises its sleepy head above the night sky. My home, the Idgo1 home, my people. I remember my life as it once was, a life of joy and at the same time of forbidden love. I was only 13 years old when my life changed, the year was 1780 2 in this year my family and I would be enslaved by the "Wachizugu" 3 (white man). This is my story rolls eyes like a princess trapped in an arranged marriage. "Mom", I'm only 13. I want to go to school, I have dreams, I have desires. As I hung my head in anguish, my heart was heavy with sadness and thoughts. My true love was a boy my age, but a boy who from birth was not destined to be king. I loved him and what a love we secretly shared. While my mother held me in her arms telling me how special I was and what honor I would bring to my family. Adisa you are a princess, he said. This is your destiny. Who would have imagined that those words would haunt me for the rest of my life. I miss my mother and father so much, I dream of my mother. She wore her long blue dress...