BC: The American in the tent told me I could stay there and not have to worry about being forced to be a child soldier again. I really liked this Idea, I also asked if there were any other child soldiers like me and he said "Sadly,yes, it is so sad because some did not even trust me and they ran back to their old lives." "Oh" I said and I asked "Can I make a special place for others like me in the jungle, so that they don't go back?" He answered "Yes you can , I've actually hoping you would be up to it." So I went into the jungle and made a hut where the others can come to avoid being captured and never be a child soldier ever again. | I stopped here-> | <- I started here | Bibliography https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/geos/cg.html Author unknown date written unknown Date accessed 4--11 http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/country_profiles/1076399.stm Autor unknown reporter at BBC Date Written 3-15-11 Date Accessed 4-3-11 http://www.state.gov/r/pa/ei/bgn/2823.htm Author-Member of The Bureau of African affairs Date Written 10-8-10 Date Accessed 4-5-11
FC: Abu Kamara | Democratic Republic of Congo | By:Bobby Simonson and Mike Stodolka
1: I woke up to the sounds of gunfire and the yelling of my leader. I realized that today would be another fire fight. I ran out to the shed to grab my AK-47. I sprint back to the bloody battlefield.
2: I saw my friend,Tandei, shooting his weapon on the front lines by a barrier, he would reload then jump back out, all of a sudden He was shot in the chest. My eyes filled with tears. My friend for as long as i could remember was SHOT!
3: Right then I knew I had to escape to the north and avoid being captured by the captain. If he caught me, he would not hesitate to kill me.Besides if I stayed in the south there would be one more thing to worry about-the drought.
4: Suddenly one of the government soldiers shot a RPG into a car. I knew that if I wanted to escape now was my best chance.
5: Before the captain could look back at me I ran into the Jungle not looking back. All I could do now was run north and hope that I would find water.
6: I kept running and running through the jungle. Just as night was falling I grew more and more tired. I needed to rest so I tore down some vines and made a bed.
7: When I awoke the next morning my mouth was dry so I went down to the river to get some water. I didn't worry about boiling it because sometimes we were forced to go without water for days.
8: After I got some water I ate the last of my rations. I kept running north on the path until I came to a refugee camp. While I was there I met a boy that lived in Kinshasa He told me that they moved to try and get away from the violence, and to avoid becoming a child soldier like I was.
9: I stayed in the camp for a few days to help them gather food like fish from the river. I also found some fruit that I kept with me when I moved on.
10: I was trudging along after i found the river. I saw this little baby baboon sitting on the ground. I went over and picked it up and i decided to name it Tutu.
11: I was trying to find a safe place for me and Tutu. We were tired and so we laid down and took a nap. Tutu was a very light sleeper.
12: I carried Tutu on my back as we continued north. We finally got out of sight of the southern mountains so I hope that it will rain soon. when it finally does then I will know that I am far enough north.
13: I have been trying to follow the river that they say our country is named after. It turns out that it is turning to the west and I won't be able to follow it anymore.
14: Luckily for the past couple of weeks I have been able to get water from travelers along the road that I am following now. I can make better time on these dirt roads then just cutting through the jungle that I have heard makes up most of the country.
15: I carried Tutu to a tent with red on it. The rain came down it felt SO good to feel the rain. The wonderful sensation of the rain. I never felt this ALIVE!