Using The Lemon Orchard as a starting point imagine you are any one of the men in the story. Descripe your thoughts and feelings as you walk through the lemon orchard.
When I was roused from my sleep and led to a lemon orchard, by four white men for wipping, I wasn’t even given the time to tie my shoes. They just dragged me out. Also, I was the only one who wasn’t warmly dressed. There was a chill in the air and mud on the ground. The full moon was hidden behind thick clouds as if it didn’t want to witness what was about to happen to me.
As we were walking in complete silence, in the dark lemon orchard, my fear wa mixed with obstinacy. I was obstinate because I was reluctant to answer their questions or show them any reaction. I knew that if I aswered, I would have said the wrong answer and it would be a reason for them to harass me. I wasn’t shivering because of the blistering cold but because I was very highly strung. I knew that if I faced them all I wouldn’t be able to cope with them. I could probably attack the guy with the shotgun. If I took the shotgun I could take control over them. That’s why I didn’t take any action. I had to be patient and see what they were upto before taking any action or answering them. They called me ‘dumb’ because I neither spoke nor showed any reaction
My wrists were tied tightly behind and it was giving me pain. The rope felt like the thorns of a rose burried in my skin.
The boss that was holding the launthern threatened me by saying that he would shoot me. After I heard those words flowing out of his dirty mouth, I realised that I was in real trouble. I took a quick look at him and he seemed as serious as a bull which had seen a pile of red clothes. It made me realise that the people around me weren’t endowed with normal human feelings. I understood that they were as merciless as evil from the way they addressed me. I suddenly wondered if they would do the same thing to a white person. I guess not!
When one of them set the gun to my back, I realised that the torture was about to begin and I took my courage in both hands because I didn’t want give them the pleasure of knowing that I was terrified. When he pulled the trigger, I felt sweaty inspite of the cold weather. I was wondering if I would be in hell or heaven. I knew that I was going to die. There was no way out. My only wish before I died was was that judgement day for white people done by coloured people would...