I come from the Congo. But I grew up down in the south. The rice farms is where I made my living in my village. I would get up to 100 kilos of rice in a day. Good amount of food for my family. One day the local militia came and took all my rise from me. Said I would be shot. I asked why, they told me it was End Times. Not long after that, everyone who could not run died. I went west to the coast and found a small boat. And I left the Congo. I will never return to my homeland. There is nothing there to return too. I took the boat a long way. amazed the gas lasted me. I came to a big port with shipping containers. I beached the boat and went inland. I though this would be a better life.