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November 13th, in the Catholic Hospital in Monrovia a trouble maker came screaming into this world around 8pm. My mother was still married to my Sierra Leonian Dad and the Liberian war was a year away. The years ahead will consist of fleeing to neighboring countries for refuge, growing up in tropical weather, trading my rice for cookies and eventually settling into the United States. Somewhere between bullets and fleeing, I came to learn the philosophy of my life: No Conditio

Walls. It is hard to tell whether we put walls up to shield ourselves from the outside or to keep the outside from getting to us. Sometimes we put walls up that are so high for anyone to climb so we become trapped. For some, the walls also have caution tapes on them. They build high walls then create fear for those who attempt to climb them. Sometimes, the outside world no longer seem like a safe place And from behind those walls, there is still fear of who would dare to clim