The Waiting Game

IN 1991, gunshots were familiar to my ears. The war had become part of my life. Almost each day they pitted against each others strength. I had to become a spectator who did not know when the game would be over. I was used to considering the war as some sort of a game.

That particular afternoon, I forget the date and month, such a game started again. I was at home with my five children. Since morning my husband was on the farm which was one hour o

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