War

War is a very bad thing, let me tell you. It does not only take away your family and childhood, it stole my hopes and dreams as well. For as long as I could remember, war was part of my history. Like music to my ears was gun shots waking me up every morning, reminding me that I wasn't wanted; dead bodies surrounding me, reminding me that life wasn't as important as i thought. Rebels shooting innocent people, killing, reminding me that justice was dead along with those. As long as I could remember war was part of my history. I remember walking from cities to cities, one country to another with big bags on my head. I remember looking for somewhere to sleep, anywhere , where the water wasn't full with dead bodies and justice still lived. Unfortunately there was no such place in Liberia because as long as I could remember war was part of my history...