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[b]The war ended and school started again.
The atmosphere was full of fear and disbelief.
Students walked and smiled quietly with grief;
Some telling horrible stories about the war
Others crying over a lost family or friend.
"PEACE, PEACE", I heard a voice from behind.
It was my friend, Edwina, so kind;
The last time I saw her, we did not say goodbyes.
We all ran in different directions hearing the sound of gun.
During the war I prayed that she was alive and was not gone.
When I saw her, happiness rushed over me like war never happened.
"Edwina, its you!” I screamed and giggled;
And, together we walked and chatted and mingled.
We’re so happy yet couldn’t face the agony.
We saw faces full of pain and anger.
We shared our stories of danger.
Deep down, we knew that we did not have it worst.
Our families, friends- alive and healthy!
Still we have their smiles so wealthy…

We’re BLESSED to have not what Monrovia kids gain.
But for our young and restless souls,
Dead bodies, gun shots were too much to handle in brief.
We arrived in class with old memoirs’ scar.
"Peace and Edwina, where you people from?” Siatta’s said.
"Walking around the school,” we said together.
We sat down and in the class we signed.
"I am glad to see everyone here. I am happy that we are all reunited again. The war is over. We need to put the past behind us and move forward. Let’s pray for a better Liberia and pray for the family of those whose life the war toke away", Mr. Sinoe sighs.
I always thought of Mr. Sinoe as a real fantastic man.
He taught History with insight and passion in all he can.
His words, so soft ‘til this day still linger in my mind.
"We need to put the past behind us and move forward".
What did he mean by that? Trying hard to be coward?
How he expects us to erase memories of agony?
The memories of war hate and anger.
All of these in our heads linger.
The war ended but to me it’s like night and day.
The memories of war still haunt me…

What my innocent ears heard and what my innocent eyes saw, I can still remember.
Deep down I want the memories to live with me forever.
I’m sorry Mr. Sinoe. I do not intend on throwing these memories away.
These are part of me now. These made me who I am today.
The war ended but the memories still live on.[/b]