“Our guns were still strapped onto our backs, because a gun meant life. Without it there was no life in the LRA. After crossing the water and walking for a long time, there was a whisper in my heart, telling me that if we kept the guns we would get killed. I was learning to listen to this gentle voice that spoke to my heart. This time what was said was hard to accept. I didn't know how I would convince my friends to throw away what seemed to be their last hope. The voice would not leave me alone. It continued to whisper in my ears to drop the guns.” SlaveryHuman TraffickingUgandaChild SoldierChild Soldier SlaveryHuman Trafficking IssuesLords Resistance ArmyLraPeople Of Uganda Author:Grace Akallo