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“I didn’t want to get myself into this,” I said. I was standing on a hill looking at the disgusting town of West Point. “We’re not there yet Adam,” Abeeku said with a thick African accent and a grin. He was wearing a tattered tank top, and his blue jeans were smeared with dirt. is about to be a war against militias here, and the warlords are starting to take away kids from their families to be in their militias. They took away mine last week.” The sun was beginning to go down, and I hoped we arrived at the brothel quicker because I didn’t want to navigate West point in the dark. I couldn’t help staring at the sunset, but sadly a beautiful sunset couldn’t mask the ugliness of West point. I spotted the same kid I saw earlier with the gun walking a few feet behind us, but he walked behind a building before I could question him. We kept walking until we arrived at a small house just before the sun disappeared and the moon appeared. I turned on my camera, and we walked into the brothel. We could hear a frenzy going on in there, and walked down a flight of stairs to meet it. The whole brothel was a lengthy dark hallway with seven rooms. There was a bunch of women sitting outside of rooms with needles in their arms, and a bunch of men guarding the rooms with assault rifles. “Are you sure your daughter is here?” “Let’s find out,” Abeeku answered. I hid my camera in my jacket while it was till shooting, so I wouldn’t give the guys there a reason to shoot me. I snuck into one of the rooms, and took my camera out of my jacket to document the room. The only thing I the room was a dirty bed with drugs scattered on it. “I hope my daughter hasn’t gotten herself into this.” “Let’s talk to someone to see if they know anything about y... ... middle of paper ... ...ward Abeeku and hugged him. “Grandfather,” he said. He took a picture of Abeeku out of his pocket. “What are you doing here son?” Mosquito Killer said. “What’s going on here?” “I’m looking for my daughter Akua,” answered Abeeku. “She died in childbirth years ago?” Mosquito Killer answered. “I Akua a few years ago at a brothel, and one day she escaped and had my son Abeeku.” I knew what that meant. He was going to have Abeeku’s grandson fight in war. I quickly grabbed Abeeku’s grandson and took Abeeku by his shirt, and we ran until we got to the hill we started at. Abeeku started to cry, and he hugged his grandson. I took out my camera, and started to record the heartbreaking moment. “What are you going do we do next?” I asked. “I’m going to teach my grandson not to go down the path I went on, and we are movie away from the disgusting country of Liberia.

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