Brima Lamin & Chantale Wesley-Lamin, The Walk - Memoir Of A Liberian Civil War Survivor, 2016 Quotes
Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.
He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.
VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers.
We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me.
It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.
