I prayed for death, daily.  If there was a God he would let me die, I thought to myself.

I was tired of being a prisoner, being forced to kill.

I was only a little girl, but I never got the chance to experience that.

I became a monster, all at the hands of a man named Joseph Kony.

I did not know this man, had heard little about him.  I knew that their were soldiers making children kill, but I did not know the extent until I was forced to live the life.

Until I was forced to kill the very people I had cared about.

I had become a monster, and I learned very early on, to not let myself feel anything.

If I let myself feel the pain would be worse, the rapes would be more intense.

And I would have to face what I have done.

Abana~

To Be Continued~