First of all this is not a diary, it’s a journal. I was wisked away from my homeland, and taken to this stupid country. I have been in slavery for 26 years. I work on a plantation. A plantation is a large farm that often grows one crop. If it weren’t for the triangular trade, I wouldn’t be on this tobacco farm. The triangular trade is a trade between New England, Africa, and the west Indies. I hate tobacco. All it does is  up your jaw. But I, Oyo Smith, will remain here ‘til I die.

R- Oyo