I am Zoe Koneh originally from Liberian and presently living here in Dakar-Senegal, West Africa as an refugee and I live in an single room with my brother presently. I am going to explain a little and brief story about my self. Hope you write me too and tell me about your brief life story. Please do not go away due to my past experiences that I had in my life.

Hope all is well with you and as for me I am fine. I am part Muslim due to my father and my mother is a Christian. That was what she choose to be.

Anyway, here is the real life story: Due to the intense fighting in my country Liberia in the city, Monrovia where I was living at that time many sort and found it not save so they decided to leave Liberia as there was know food and lots of people was dying and due to insecurity as well. Anyway God fix it that my Aunt's daughter husband is an Senegalese. And the Senegalese government send a ship to take their citizen out doing this danger period, in 1996.

So my family and everyone in Liberia as well wanted to make used of this opportunities to leave the country and not just Senegalese alone.So after the Senegalese have enter the ship most people was entering as Senegalese and that was base on if you can answer the questions set up by the authority and ship Captain. But this could not hold and everyone started to rush in and my mom make her way with my aunts daughter. But I was left behind with the others family. So my mom look at me and told my Aunts daughter that I should go with her that she will stay. It was very painful and I started to cry and she too started to cry but there was nothing I could do and so my mom allow me to come. But the person that really help me in was my aunt's daughter's brother. He is very good. He wanted my mom to stay but she said she can not since my others brothers and sisters did not find their way in with only one making in. Soldiers were beating people everywhere. Anyhow I enter the ship.

Unfortunately, my eldest sister that was supporting the family died from a bullet wounds that she sustained from the war on her right leg. She went to look for food and fighting open that was how she got this wound. So I promise my self that I should do some good thing for my mom before she die. I do not love to talk this story and each time I am explaining this story it makes me to cry always. I stop here.

For my Aunts daughter, her mom died when she was a baby. So she started travelling at a very young age as early as 15 years and she got married at 18 years. With her present husband (the Senegalese man). She smoke and drink and when I was with my mom we usually go to church and this was our life. She do not really care. She don't want to know at all since I came into this country with her and she always bought all the expensive things for her self. All the new fashions as well. But she wanted me to start loving to men. And she send me one day to but cigarette and this was how I broke my virginity. I was rapped. I hate her and I believed she must have known something about this.

So left and went to live with one of her friend who is a Christian. But Liberian are moving from one place to another simply because they want a peaceful place to live. Since I have been living with friends to friends. Until someone assisted my brother with a place where we are living presently. This is how life has been. I love to go to the beach but I do not know how to swim, I love to, sometimes, going to the cinema but not everyday. I love kids and all people. I am jealous of my love one and presently I have none. I am cool going as well. Hope this will satisfy you and ask if there are still another questions for me. Hope you stay with me as a friend.