I'm writing on paper and in bed. The red ink of the texta I'm using seems to reflect my thoughts of what I've just heard.
Whilst listening to "From our own correspondant", the BBC program, just now I heard the story of Zimbabwaen youths who've been in Mr. Mugabes "training" camps, and of one specific case.

The day after an interview with one of these youths, a young girl, I tried to contact her on her mobile phone." the reporters voice chimed "I was greeted by her voicemail and high pitched sweet sounding voice. I almost forgot that the previous day sh had told me how she had helped beat an elderly women with her own walking stick - and killed her."

The breath was knocked out of me. I felt the despair of countless people around the world, loning for peace.
People the same age as me, are being taught to rape, murder and torture their fellow Zimbabweans.
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