Hi,
... part. Interesting.
Oh please don't. :rolleyes:
"Watching the Ninja rebels ravage the Congolese women, night after night. I can close my eyes and still see it clearly. It was horrifying to listen to their screams. It made me hate men even more than I already did."
"Why did they leave you alone?"
"I kick boxed a rebel that came up to me in the groin soon after my arrival in the refugee camp. The insurgents became afraid of me. I was referred to as 'Linda, the white terror" by them. I don't know why they didn't kill me. Somehow, I intimidated the lot of them. The other women looked up to me. They were in awe of me, actually. I became their leader of sorts."
Blabber mouth.
"I *hate* this! And this Dr. Deter I just saw wants me to see him several times a week for hypnotherapy, in case I have any repressed memories from Brazzaville which may affect me negatively down the road. What a bunch of B.S," Lois whined.
:rolleyes:
More soon, please.
MAF
