In Congo I never had a proper job, because I was studying there. I looked for work after I finished high school, but even with my father helping me out finding work in Congo is very difficult. My mother had left for Angola and I had stayed with my father. When my father died, I decided to follow my mother’s path to Angola.
I found my mother when I had arrived in Angola, she had another husband. My stepfather was a taxi driver and there were some disputes going on between the government and the drivers. My stepfather was the one who had organised the taxi drivers’ group against the government.
The police showed up at our house. There were bullets everywhere. My stepfather ran away. My mother ran away. Later they caught my stepfather, and I still don't know where my mother is. I never heard from her again. I ran to Benguela and stayed there for a while before returning home. Then, I managed to come to Brazil.
