Burn it all

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And I am a woman scorned. So as I sit on my way back from a wedding, with 3 other people in my car ( I am not driving) I remember that I am a woman capable of love and kindness, and also incredible destruction. My scorn for Sierra Leone is widely known. But what isn’t known is if God gave me any sort of opportunity I would destroy my family. Specificly with fire. Fire cleanses, but most specifically I want them to feel as I did. Bewildered as they wonder what they did to deserve seeing their world crumble unable to get feel any worldly comfort as their world goes up in flames. I don’t want them to die. I want them to feel what it is to be numb with pain and have nothing. Because that’s what they gave me. My lowest point, my world went up in flames I was besieged and bewildered and I watched them put my father in the ground and my world went up in flames and not a single member of them were there to confort me. Even people who did know what I was feeling. So I want them to know what that is. Terror, dispair, confusion. Not a hair harmed on their heads, but everything as they know it destroyed. Then finally we’ll be even in terms of pain. I am firmly in my villain era.

I’m sick of wishing good on people, I want you to know what you put me through then we’ll see if what you did was right

These are the thoughts that keep me warm

I am the child who didn’t feel the love of the village and will burn it down to keep my toes toasty on a summer’s eve.

Burn in hell

Grace and Courage

Annetta Mother Smith