a Kilanga 180:

Think of Kilanga, the lush trees stretching towards the blazing sun. Its rays spread across the dry lands choking its cool waters. Red dirt blows in the air like ashes released from its laquer vase. An endless realm of jungle systematically lives the circle of life. Creatures loom in dark crevices and feed off of each other. Life bleeds as new ones grow. It's a never-ending story. Swampy rivers are infested with deceased animals. Scaly crocodiles patiently wait under the murky pools, waiting for a foolish soul to fall into its trap. Kilanga is hell, but I dare not say it in public. When I see this place though, it is heaven. No more living in the pit of fire. No more dangers lurking about every corner. No more Belgian army holding back many secrets to tell. This is heaven. Intricate sidewalks seem together tall buildings where learning takes place. Friendly faces of young adults move like herds of animals all together. We are humans here unlike back in Kilanga where we were the animals. Children learning everyday. Fresh water. Security. Freedom. How can you not want to be anywhere else? If my family only knew how much I hated Kilanga. I didn't want my children to take one step out that door because then I took a chance at never seeing them again. NO. This is where we will be; HEAVEN.