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Richardson was born in a poor family. Her father Anthony Richardson and her mother Elizabeth Weah Richardson were both illiterate. They lived in Gbarnga, Bong Country.
They moved to Monrovia in search of a job to live a better life. After they arrived in Monrovia they met Sister Agnes Godfrey who asked to be Angel’s guide mother because of that Angel was opportune to attend the best Catholic school in Monrovia, St. Teresa Convent.
Her father later died of a heart disease when Angel was six years old.
At age twelve, Angel wished of becoming the second female president of Liberia. She dreamt about “Future Liberia” as a paradise on earth.
Will Angel achieve this dream?
What will the society do to help her?
What will Liberia future  be like?
Lets find out!
You must be curious as I am?
Trust me you won’t want Liberia's this amazing story.
Grab your ice cream, pop corn, juice or what  ever you can find. Sit down read, laugh, and learn about “Liberia’s Future”.
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Future Liberia

                           Angel's POV.


I didn't go to sister's house directly. Instead of that I went home. The decision I made was to take away my miserable life. I had made up my mind to leave this painful World. A place full of mystery, suffering, sorrows, injustice and discrimination.


I was tried with everything! I knew that my decision was wrong, but I prayed to the Almighty to have mercy on me.


I went down the road to purchase my suicide meal. I bought a bread,  rat poison, juice, and an insecticide killer liquid. I went home and prepare the bread with rat poison, and the juice with the  insecticide killer liquid. I packed them in my bag, and left it on the table. I went to take bath.


I was helpless. I felt like a curse to my parents, a curse to the nation I loved the most. I wore an old green dress and a black flat shoe to go with the dress, I fix my hair in a messy low bun, I  took my bag and left. I got on a bike and went to sister's house.


 I entered the fence. A few seconds late! I reached the house but the place seems quite. I remember sister telling me that she was spending her day at home.


I knocked the door but there was no answer. I decided to knock for the last time, if the was no respond,  I would leave the suicide note under the door and go away...…..


Suicide Meal