-Is he going to kill me, my holy God?

Fear for his life overtook his lust for blood diamonds ahd vast profits, he told the rebel commander that he wanted to leave.

 

-He said to me, if you want to go back to Liberia, you have to give me 15,000 dollars. And you know what it is, before he ended his word, I already opened my suitcase. I said, this is 15,000 dollars.

To get back to the relatively safety Liberia border, he would have to walk by through war-wrecked territory, and faced with fighters and child soldiers, who could kill him on the wing. And this time he was traveling without the rebel leader's protection.

-So I was beating ** all day again**.

Carrying a suitcase full of diamonds and money, he was a prime target. Peros along the hike was almost 200 kilometers, included corssing the M* River, where rebels were rumoured to throw their bleeding victims to the crocodiles.

 

-And I was scared, but I could not show it.

He hired child soldiers as guards.

-They were scared. They were more scared than me.

In a constant state of fear, he kept himself and his hired child mercenaries on the move.

-I met a guard. He said, we want to have a rest. I can't have a rest. I have full of diamonds. I have full of money. 

 

He crossed the M* River at night and walked for four days, before finally crossing the border into Foya and relatively safety of Lieberia.