Personal Narrative: Democratic Republic Of Congo

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I was born in the Democratic Republic of Congo. A country that is known best for war, death, tragedy and poverty. This sound bad when but when lived it's a living hell. In 2000 war broke out in the DRC my family and I lost everything including many friends and family members due to war. We spent 2 years in the Congo moving from place to place for safety. But, in 2002 we went to refugee camp in Zambia where we lived for four years.
While in refugee camp waiting to be rescued 3 of my sisters were raped and one of them gave birth to a boy who's now 11. These predicament situations are hard to talk about without dropping a tear.
We spent 6 years and a half without education. Spending six years and a half without a education was extremely. I had

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