Forgotten

{~four~}

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Joseph

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Eventually after what had accrued last night, I found myself cuddling up with the shirt from Kentrell. That some how got left behind. After I had finally got myself together i fixed me some breakfast and got back to researching about Kentrell.

It was getting kind of difficult because everything was blocked off. I guess people now want to hide the truth, but soon I came across a website for a voodoo shop. The owner had Kentrells last name. I know this could possibly not mean anything because now and days people have the same last name and aren't even related. But I didn't think this was the case since I felt something in my gut telling me to go see her...and that's exactly what I did.

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Once I finally found the shop, luckily it was local. I walked in the smell of sages instantly hitting me. I looked around at all the different types of crystals, necklaces and other things. I didn't touch anything because I didn't want to leave with another ghost following me around.

"How may I help you?" I heard from behind curtain that lead to another part of the store. "You can come in, don't be scared" she said and slowly walked towards the voice moving the curtain which revealed a old African American women. She had on a sweater and her grey her was in a bun to the back of her head. She wore beaded necklaces and bracelets around her neck and arm as well.

"I'm doing this project on someone, his name is Kentrell Gualden and you guys have the same last name..you were connected to some if the things I found some how and I wanted to know what you knew " I said all at once before looking up. She looked at me for some time before standing up walking over to a desk and grabbed a box from it before coming back to sit down. "Come" she motioned me over to where she sat, another chair in front of her.

I sat down and she opened the box reveling old black and white pictures. "I sensed your energy when you walked through the door " she spoke looking at me with a smile taking out pictures. "You've found him haven't you?" She asked and I raised my eyebrow. "Kentrell?, have you found him". My heart spread up because how did she know? Well I did tell her his name but that doesn't mean I found him,right?

"Yeah..I came across his grave one day when I was walking" I spoke looking down at the pictures of Kentrell and his family. "I know, I'm spiritually connected with all my past family. Kentrell is one of my many uncles. I stay connected with them with the voodoo" she spoke as I nodding taking the picture she handed me. "He wants you to help him be remembered" she asked in a questioning tone and I nodded once more. "During this time slavery was hard core, Ken was token away from his family and sold into the slave trade. He went to the castle in Ghana where many slaves went and never Mmmmmm to transported by boat to different locations. When he left he never seen his family again. He didn't even make it to his destination because of the poor condition on the boat and died overseas. Years later his remains were found at sea and brought back to the family. His mother was the only one living now and could identify him only by the necklace he still had hanging around his neck. His now bones were barried with his other family in the negro graveyard and soon he was forgotten" she finished taking the picture back from me.

I couldn't even imagine how him and his family felt. Losing someone you love or just knowing you can die the worse way possible. Your life jusy automatically in someone else's hands, who doesn't even care about you. "Wow, I don't even know what to say" I spoke staring off in a daze. "Yes it's a lot to take in I know, but with this information you can use it and bring his story to the public. You can teach about the real vs the fake. We need to show people and help them learn so the past won't repeat itself" she spoke taking my hand in hers.

A Gus of wind went through is as she did so. "I feel him" I said feeling the same warmth around my body as I did last night. "He feels you too, you make him feel alive" I thought for a second. "What if I do bring attention to his story, could it bring him back?" After asking my question she pulled away

"Only time can tell"

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Hey everyone, I know it's been a minute but I'm here and well. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm back in that creative head space and ready to write again.

*Not proof read*