Do you notice how alone he is? Guess because he had no real family. Now, in the 17th century we all know the history about slavery. Slavery was seen as an important part of the economic structure of Africa societies for many centuries. To give but a preamble of what slavery really meant then, people were tag as rich on how many slaves (humans) they could own, slaves (humans) were given as gift to a friend or family, people owned people, humans were treated as property to their owner. As such, the owner is free to sell, trade or treat the slaves as he would other piece of property, humans were used as collateral to secure repayment of debt. To mention but a few, but in the light of all these sufferings, our Africa parents then still struggled to make families. They understood that they could be separated from their families at anytime given, at the whim of an owner, but that was the only meaningful relationship they could create, they understood that it is the realest relationship that stretched across generation. Creating a family gave them hope for a better tomorrow, their families then was the only incentives that kept them in their plantations as opposed to running away. History made me to understand that even after the civil war, those that were separated from their families walked long distances to reconnect with their families. They understood their feelings, the deep love and deep commitment they had towards their families, how they went at length to preserve and protect these relationships at the risk of punishment and even death. It was a love to be trusted, it was beautiful, it kept them going and wanted to live atleast for something. Let’s awake that spotless love, and we’ll be refreshed. Family first… 
