I want to be like most big people. I want to have an office so people can call me so I can draw for them.
If my friend ever needs anything, if they ask me I will give it to them. That’s what makes a good friend. If my pen pal is good, I feel happy.
I ask myself, what can I remember about the rebels? What do I remember about what they did? When I remember it angers me. What they took from me, oh God.
From the bottom of my heart, I want to get big so I can avenge what they [the rebels] have done to me. What they’ve done to me, to my parents, and to my people ... But my parents would want me to be a good Sierra Leonean. I want to be a good Sierra Leonean. That is my wish.
Drawing will make things better for me, so I will not slack off, I will hold on tight.
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