"Nana, I'm so unhappy," he suddenly sobs. The grandmother flinches. She looks around anxiously. But fortunately, no one is there. "Oh, boy," she then says. "It's just your age. Every boy of 14 is unhappy. In a few years, you'll feel better. Then you'll have a wife and your own little house." "No, Nana," Kwasi insists. "I will never be happy here. I hate this life. I am a field slave! I have nothing and I am allowed nothing. Your grandmother is a slave, your mother is a slave. And Kwasi and Maisa also work as slaves on a farm. They are fourteen years old and twins. In this book, three generations tell about their lives. What it is like to be a teenager during the time of slavery. Stories of misery, pain, and sorrow. But also about courage, love, and family.