Chapter 1: the Arrival

Many years ago I was recruited by a government owned Uganda Petroleum Company to go work in Uganda. They had found large amounts of oil & gas so the government was looking for high end white collar managers to assist them with the workers and company management. I should have known that something was strange during the interview by the questions that were asked. The group of black men conducting the interview wanted to know more about my family then my skill sets. I gave them an overview; my wife’s name is Carol, she is 35, 5’4” and very good looking with a well proportion sexy body, long blond hair and blue eyes. We have 3 daughters, Amy is 12, 5’ tall, dark blond hair, Cathy is 14, 5’ 5” and keeps her hair short and Mary is 16 and looks like her mother. All the girls got there looks from their mother and started to develop early look older than they really are.

With the job offer was the mandatory moving of the entire family to Uganda. As you can imagine I was very apprehensive about this. Moving the girls out of the country for four years but the interviewers put my mind at ease. They even put me on the phone with several of the current white workers who praised the living conditions in the compound, schools and social life there. Add to that the money was fantastic. I could make in four years what it would take me ten years in the states plus no taxes.

I accepted the position, signing the acceptance paperwork barely reading it. So, the move was set and within 3 weeks we were landing in Kampala, Uganda the capital. We were met by six large muscular black company men who to our surprise were armed with AK-47s and side arms. They helped collect our luggage and ushered us, along with two other arriving families to a waiting run down bus with bars on the windows and an interior cage. The men told us this was for our protection as the rebels have been active. It was at this point I noticed the several of the men looking over my daughters. I tried to have them dress conservative but being teenagers they insisted on wearing tight short cutoffs and tank tops. Carol had sided with the girls saying it was going to be hot when we landed. She wore an almost see thru sun dress that moved in the warm breeze. Looking around I notice the other families also had only daughters about the same age as Carols and mine. The men divided up into pairs with each pair assigned to and escorting a family. Our family was the second to board and as we did I heard a clang of a cage door closing looking up I saw the first family that boarded locked in the rear with their guards. We were next, the guards placed us in our seats and the steal door was closed and locked. Then the third family followed. What had I got us into? The guards were sitting one in front and one in back both eyeing the girls and my wife.

Just then the silence was broken as a black man in a suit entered the front of the bus and started talking in a heavy accent. “Welcome everyone to Uganda and please don’t be alarmed by your surroundings. It is for your own protection.” He continued, “We will be going to your new homes with us but it will be a long drive, so relax.” He sat down and the bus pulled away.

Hours passed as we drove from the city street to one lane unkempt dirt roads. The ride was tiring for everyone. The girls slept through most of it but I still was apprehensive and couldn’t relax. It was after dark when we arrived at tall steal gates with guard towers on each side. Shit, it looked like a prison! Was this where we were going to live! The gates opened and the bus drove to a large building that had a sign on it “Company Community Center”. The suited man announced “Welcome to your new home the Whites Storage Compound. Please follow your guards into the Community Center and follow their directions.”

What a name for the community I wondered I hope they were just simple and it didn’t reflect anything else. My wife Carol looked at me “What the hell is going on Jack?” I don’t know honey but just go with the flow for now.

We were hurried into a large room and told to stand on a white line facing a stage. Our guards stood on each side of the family they were assigned to. A door opened on the stage and a large black man and an entire unit of armed black man emerged. The men came off the stage and surrounded us “Daddy, I’m scared” my 12 y/o exclaimed. “Quite honey” I replied.

Just then the mand began to speak. “It is my pleasure to welcome you to your home and new life here in Uganda. My name is Mr. Akinyemi and I am the Camp Master. The men around you answer only to me and no one else. They are here for your protection so do as they say at all times. Each of your families have been given two men to stay with you for protection. Unless told different you will call them Master when speaking to them.” All of us standing there were looking at each other with horror. One of the other fathers then bellowed “Just wait a minute! What the hell is this and who the fuck do you think you are!” At an instant the guard next to him punched him in the stomach and pushed him to his knees. There were gasps among us as he hit the floor. Mr. Akinyemi continued “There is one every time! WHO AM I?” He bellowed “ I AM YOUR GOD AND MASTER! You cocky whites never read the agreement you sign cuz you think you know everything! You and you families belong to the Uganda Petroleum Company for the next four years to do with as we wish. Cooperate and your time with us will be pleasurable and pass quickly. Do not and you just might not make it out of the jungle.” A rush of horror came over all of us. Carol and the girls hugged me tightly as the girls whimpered a bit.

“Your Masters will now take you to your rooms and explain the other contract requirements. You and your families have until you arrive there to decide if you will cooperate and be a positive member of this community” Mr. Akinyemi then left the stage, walked over to the man kneeling on the floor. Looking at his wife “You will do without your disruptive man for a while he needs to be taught to respect his MASTER.” The pretty wife started to beg, “No please, no” but it was too late. Mr. Akinyemi motioned to the guards and two of them dragged him behind a door as Mr. Akinyemi followed. The wife and her girls were then shoved in another direction and down the hallway.

As Carol, the kids and I were escorted to our rooms I begged them to just cooperate with our new Masters. We arrived on the third floor of a dormitory building and entered a door behind which was a nicely apportioned apartment. Our Masters had us sit in the Livingroom and standing over us explained how our new life would go.

First they introduced themselves as Master Camara and Master Obike. They would be with the family from now on unless reassigned. As Mr. Akinyemi stated we were to follow their orders without hesitation. In the morning at 6:45 the school bus would pick up the girls and take them to a school in the compound which was staffed mostly by the wives of other workers. In addition to their regular studies the girls would learn their place in the community and how to sexually service the Masters. Master Obike assured us that no intercourse would take place with the girls until they were ready and asked for it.