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ISHMAEL BEAHA LONG WAY GONEIshmael Beah was born in Sierra Leone in 1980. He moved to the United States in 1998 andfinished his last two years of high school at the United Nations International School in NewYork. He graduated from Oberlin College in 2004. He is a member of the Human RightsWatch Children’s Rights Division Advisory Committee and has spoken before the UnitedNations, the Council on Foreign Relations, the Center for Emerging Threats andOpportunities (CETO) at the Marine Corps Warfighting Laboratory, and many other NGOpanels on children affected by war. He is also the head of the Ishmael Beah Foundation,which is dedicated to helping former child soldiers reintegrate into society and improvetheir lives. His work has appeared in VespertinePress and LIT magazine. He lives inBrooklyn.
A LONG WAY GONEMemoirs of a Boy SoldierISHMALEL BEAHSARAH CRICHTON BOOKSFarrar, Straus and GirouxNew York
Page 2 and 3: Praise for A LONG WAY GONE“Beah
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Page 9 and 10: To the memories ofNya Nje, Nya Keke
Page 13 and 14: New York City, 1998MY HIGH SCHOOL F
Page 15 and 16: Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapt
Page 17 and 18: with Junior, my older brother, and
Page 19 and 20: summer day, the sun wasn’t too ho
Page 21 and 22: with no indication of where their f
Page 23 and 24: me. Mother laughed. My little broth
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Page 27 and 28: the people from corrupt government.
Page 29 and 30: In the morning, the sun would rise
Page 31 and 32: 2I AM PUSHING a rusty wheelbarrow i
Page 33 and 34: Memories I sometimes wish I could w
Page 35 and 36: very fast. The moon wasn’t in the
Page 37 and 38: town from inland, forcing the civil
Page 39 and 40: would call my name, to make sure I
Page 41 and 42: left behind, so that we could buy f
Page 43 and 44: tree stumps. We ran as fast as we c
Page 45 and 46: the grassland had grown yellowish.
Page 47 and 48: “It looks like a perfect fit.”
Page 49 and 50: Sweeping an arm in our direction, o
Page 51 and 52: When we got to the village, we sat
Page 53 and 54: pressure. I was in tears from the p
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successful farming year.The first t
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a lot.We farmed for three months at
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imam, as Kaloko had described it, w
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passed through. There were no footp
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skeptical faces of the children and
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The next morning I was determined t
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I looked around the forest for one
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my presence. When they were gone, I
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pair of trousers I had recently fou
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He smiled as if he knew that one of
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shore. I had seen parts of the ocea
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hours, my feet became numb. I conti
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face. His eyes were big and looked
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and each time I looked at him he wa
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hoarse.“You children have become
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and for the first time I found myse
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10ONE OF THE UNSETTLING THINGS abou
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the animals—mostly porcupines and
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plastic gallon of water and some sm
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opes around his village and weaving
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experienced not only clapped severa
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We ran to see what it was. It was a
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The hope of finding his family had
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clouds had stopped moving, the tree
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We stood Saidu up, and Kanei carrie
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One dog had come near the verandah
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walked through part of the village
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question was in our eyes when we lo
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One side of the sky was completely
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that adults usually ask young peopl
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We hid in the nearby bushes and lis
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expanding, and the pain released my
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impressive, in just a few hours in
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taken the wrong turn during the nig
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downstream, and we were let off nea
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called for fever, cold, and many ot
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“I read Julius Caesar in school,
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unning to the village for ammunitio
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But then again, all of us here have
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That night I stood at the entrance
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ullet in the head.” He would then
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they would misfire randomly and som
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e able to run fast,” he said. As
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I have never been so afraid to go a
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and pull himself up. But midway, he
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drank water and felt nothing. As I
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announce. His face evinced confiden
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sure nothing happens to you.” He
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Sometimes late in the night, the qu
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Kanei and Alhaji as we entered the
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foreigners and he called over the p
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sides of the road. I had no idea wh
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owls, and brought them out on a tra
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nervous to answer me.“He is a sis
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Mambu shot each one who attempted t
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16IT WAS INFURIATING to be told wha
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“You will have to wait for the on
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me. She covered me with a blanket a
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sat, to cover him. A few minutes la
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though there were still instances o
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We got off the bus on Kissy Street,
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long division. For English, we read
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didn’t follow us far enough, so w
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turned out that the bruises were fr
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and not her phone conversation. I l
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hold of me, and I listened closely
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on the ground. To avoid the open ar
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sent them to help take me back to o
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When I finished telling Esther the
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At the center of the city, Esther p
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a word. She knew what I wanted. She
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“Don’t mind him,” my mother c
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18ONE DAY DURING MY FIFTH MONTH at
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The visitors from the European Comm
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“I know, I know…”It was at th
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ent over and embraced me long and h
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met them, as I always felt uncomfor
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“I think my troublesome days are
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proceeding to embrace me so tightly
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19TWO WEEKS EARLIER, Leslie had tol
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her way to work. She hugged me, and
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hands, pressed the play button, and
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“Exactly, you say nothing and the
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shouting the names of their destina
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interview began to laugh. Then the
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preparing to leave the country. Luc
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of their destinations: “Lumley, L
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“Sure. Give me a call when you ge
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a jacket but Bah and I didn’t. I
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landed there. That was usually not
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I called my uncle in Freetown durin
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needed to tell my uncle, cousins, a
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The next evening, Laura and Shantha
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secondary schools, and how we had t
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The AFRC/RUF, “Sobels,” as they
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and eyelids felt heavy. I was getti
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For the first three weeks people we
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continue their lives. I stayed behi
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everyone else proclaimed himself th
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formation they had and almost ran i
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gear. Some had their guns hanging b
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it into Conakry. I overheard people
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It was nighttime and we sat by the
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CHRONOLOGYIt is believed, though no
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1839 Slaves aboard a ship called th
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1985 Siaka Stevens retires and appo
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April/May 2000 Violence and rebel a
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March 25, 2006 After discussions wi
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Foundations, to Joseph Cotton and T
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SARAH CRICHTON BOOKSFarrar, Straus
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* Sneakers.
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* Flip-flops.
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* A grated and dried food made from
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