I am nine years old, a mere girl in sone eyes, but not in the eyes of the LRA, in the eyes of the LRA I am a Solider, a Solider prepared to kill, and I have killed. My days of dolls were over before they begun, I was taken from my family when I was but a little girl of five, my toys are now guns, guns that kill, and I have killed. I have tasted blood, it is not a taste one should ever get used to.
I did not want this life, I did not wake up as a little girl of five expecting to become a little girl soldier but that is what I am, a girl soldier. My childhood ended when I was five. My classroom the bush, my education machine guns nearly as big as I am,
Boys and girls here are both taken as soldiers, often girls have it worse than boys, we are raped, beaten, mutilated, and if we don’t die we want to. I feel sometimes I want to die, I feel that being dead would be better than living like this.. No one would want to live like this, unless something was wrong with their head.
Sometimes I wonder if something is wrong with my head. Sometimes I wonder if I should just turn the gun on myself, because I do not like this life. I want to go to school and learn things other than what the LRA teaches, I want to run away, but if I do, I will not only put myself in danger, but others as well. I do not want to put my friends in danger. Still I am going to try and do my best to get away. If I do not I surely will die.
To Be Continued