The sun was at its peak, the air too dry to walk around on painful legs. I looked pale and gaunt from the operation and hunger that squeezed me.
But that was of little concern to me; my relationship to my baby’s mother became my worry. I did not want her to leave me. Despite what some people thought, I wanted to stick with one woman, and I wanted to marry her. But she was listening to her family members, who controlled the way she lived then and said she shouldn’t marry me.
To prove my worth I had no option but to work hard to raise some funds for myself again and rent a good house to live in. I had proved myself as a journalist, so I started off with an investigation. This time on a more serious note.
Things were happening, but it was difficult to put it all together. I was well known because of my previous stories and Gambians were reluctant to speak with journalists.
There was massive corruption in the police force, most of whose members looked like hungry old men while others were quite thin like vultures running round a carcass.
My intention was to break through their culture of silence. I already had a tool to do so.
Read Augustine’s most recent chapter, Part 12: Deceived in Hard Times, or scroll down to follow his incredible quest from the beginning.
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