The dream still haunts me.
The memories I see the guns and the killings.
I am a child but I am a murderer.
It was not my decision but I will live with it the rest of my life.
I am a child and I have killed.
I have even killed other children.
The guilt of another child's blood eats me up, like a story book monster.
I am working on feeling better about myself, but how does one wash away all that blood.
The missionaries tell us that Jesus can wash away this blood, because the blood he shed cleansed us.
I am trying to understand that, I want what Jesus has to offer.
But I can't help but wonder if he will accept me.
Chizoba a child soldier, a child who has killed.