The slave turned to the Bible for meaning to fill his emptiness. He turned mostly out of necessity because his white master had stripped him of all else, including his African gods.
Livingstone realized that the slave trade could not continue apart from Africans’ own participation in it. When slave raiding was the way to wealth, the temptation was always present to raid weaker neighboring tribes, which made life perilous for all but the most powerful. Only if the Africans could be persuaded to support themselves in other ways, to engage in legitimate commerce, exchanging the products of their own fields and forests for those desirable things the whites could supply, would the evil and destructive commerce of slavery be brought to an end. That, at any rate, was Livingstone’s conviction, a central part of his dream for Africa.
I hated being a girl, but at least I was happy sometimes. And it was better when I grew up, I could be myself- they didn’t humiliate me then. I was almost free! I made so many plans, one day I’d be my own master! Now I have all the power . . . and I’m a slave.