Incidentally, the brothers were kidnapped for ransom in a village near to mine, a couple of miles down the River Niger. I knew then that I just had to write this story.
Recently, I had a "visiting friend", who went on to tell me of his ancestors' involvement in the slave trade. It still creeps him out whenever he visits a sea port. The guilt is still running deep.
Masters of the Confluence

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