CHAPTER 40
TRAUMA IN AFRICA
Lisa shifted on the couch as flashes of Africa flickered in her mind. The shotgun, the poor villagers, the rebel violence, and the daily threats. The shiny knife penetrated her brain and her body felt drenched from sweat. In spite of having counselling arranged through the agency that helped her move forward, the images of that day continued to scar her.
Johnson gazed lovingly into her eyes, leaning forward. He gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s difficult to face, Africa, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Lisa said. The memory still haunts me. I’ve never told anyone apart from the counsellor.”
“I’m here to listen, Lisa, and you’re safe,” Johnson said.
Lisa trusted Johnson. It was time to tell someone close to her. After four years, she was ready to disclose the story ag
