We were on shore and Americans tell us slave ship catch us. They say we make you free. If they make us free they tell truth, if they not make us free they tell lie. We want you to tell court that Mendi people no want to go back to Havana, we no want to be killed. Dear friend, we want you to know how we feel.
Mendi people think think, think.
Teacher, he know, we tell him some. Mendi people have got souls. We think we know God punish us if we tell lie. Because they have got souls. Then captain kill one man with knife, and cut Mendi people plenty.