For 7 days, I thought my son was dead

Maligie Kamara, on life after the mudslide

By Mahawa Kamara

Mud covered the forest around our neighborhood like a blanket

Kadiatu Kamara, on life after the 2017 mudslide

By Mahawa Kamara

To the sori-heart people of the world

Aminata Sesay, on life after Ebola

By Mahawa Kamara

I have flashbacks when it rains

Aruna Kargbo, on life after the mudslide

By Cecilia Alice Sesay

Only one of us had a chance—the baby or me

Adama Conteh, on life after Ebola

By Mahawa Kamara

I'd rather beg than let my daughter miss class

Suad Mansaray, on life after the mudslide

By Joshua Yarjah

I lost all my life savings in the blink of an eye

Musu Sesay, on life after surviving a fire disaster

By Fatmata Binta Bah

My heart breaks, because I remember

Hannah Kamara, on life after the mudslide

By Joshua Yarjah

After four months, we got a sack of rice

Wuria Koroma, on life after the mudslide

By Joshua Yarjah

The caterpillar dug and came up with human parts

Saloome Veronica Kanukin, on life after the mudslide

By Suphian Bangura

The day I abandoned my family

Dominic Sakilla Sesay, on life after the mudslide

By Suphian Bangura

She just wanted to cook something fast

Saidu Sesay, on life after a fire disaster

By Abubakarr Macarthy

I am thankful to God for sparing my life

Mohammed Kargbo, on life after the Susan's Bay fire

By Suphian Bangura

I dream of having my own tailoring business

Esther Conteh, on life after the mudslide

By Joshua Yarjah‍

Monsoons are not a good season anyway

Mariatu Sesay, on life after the Susan's Bay fire

By Suphian Bangura‍

I watched my house turn to ashes

Olivie Boima, on life after a fire disaster

By Morlai Ibrahim Kamara

The disaster inspired me to make a difference

Alhaji Siraj Bah, on life after the mudslide

By Adebayo Lawrence Thomas

I was a child soldier but I turned my life around

Brima*, on life after the Civil War

By Sulaiman Stom Koroma

We slept at night not knowing whether we would see dawn

Sulaiman Mohamed Bangura, on surviving the Civil War

By Mahawa Kamara

As long as there's life, there's hope

Margaret Josiah, on life after the mudslide

By Joshua Yarjah

Hear Me

September is not a good month

For 7 days, I thought my son was dead

Mud covered the forest around our neighborhood like a blanket

To the sori-heart people of the world

I have flashbacks when it rains

Only one of us had a chance—the baby or me

I'd rather beg than let my daughter miss class

I lost all my life savings in the blink of an eye

My heart breaks, because I remember

After four months, we got a sack of rice

The caterpillar dug and came up with human parts

The day I abandoned my family

She just wanted to cook something fast

I am thankful to God for sparing my life

I dream of having my own tailoring business

Monsoons are not a good season anyway

I watched my house turn to ashes

The disaster inspired me to make a difference

I was a child soldier but I turned my life around

We slept at night not knowing whether we would see dawn

As long as there's life, there's hope