My Trip to Liberia

1798 Words Jan 26th, 2018 7 Pages
. “This is the worst place I’ve ever seen,” I said. “We’re not there yet,” Abeeku said with a thick African accent and a grin. He looked more elegant than most people I saw in Liberia, but he still looked poverty-stricken. He was wearing a tattered tank top, and his blue jeans were smeared with dirt. “I’m not sure I want to go down this hill, and enter that disgusting town,” I said. “As a rookie journalist, I haven’t seen many awful places, but I hope I never have to go anywhere worse than Liberia.” “What you’ve seen in Liberia so far is nothing,” Abeeku said. “You will probably want to rip your heart out when you step into West Point.” I was surprised no one ripped my heart when I crossed the borders into Liberia. Abeeku looked at me with a cheerful smile, and that was the same cheerful smile he had when I met him at a hotel many miles outside of West Point. He was away from his daughter Akua for years because of a civil war, and he wanted to find her, so he could get her out of West Point before the warlords took over and war started. No one within hundreds of miles wanted to help him find her, so I agreed to help him if he gave me something juicy to document. I also helped him because I had a son at home in America, and I wouldn’t know how to go on with my life if I left him for dead in a war zone. “Shall we enter…

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