[Part 2 of the unbelievably true story of Augustine Kanjia.]
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No one would believe that an African could be a foreigner in a neighboring African country, yet it is a pertinent notion in this case. I survived by the flesh of tooth in that country called The Gambia.
After my dramatic escape from the rebel attack on our bus in Sierra Leone, I continued to escape from Guinea to Gambia. [Editor’s note: The women Augustine escaped the bus with (from Part 1) traveled with him for two days before coming upon a town. The villagers split them up and detained him because of blood on his clothes. He never saw the woman again and does not know her fate.]
Tiredly arriving after some three days’ tedious journey, I arrived on the Gambian border with Senegal. There was tension then with the rebels in the Casamance region in Senegal fighting against the Senegalese government for autonomy.
The Gambian authorities denied my entry because, according to them, I could have been a spy helping the separatist movement. I had no idea what they were talking about because I was still afraid of what I went through and wanted to relax and settle down — to try washing away the incident.
I was deeply perturbed by their pronouncement that I should enter the same truck to return where I came from. I pleaded with them to understand my situation and to allow me to see some peace.
The police seemed very unfriendly, but a little bribery from one of the passengers allowed him to enter easily.
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