It was infuriating to be told what to do by civilians. Their voices, even when they called us for breakfast, enraged me so much that I would punch the wall, my locker, or anything that I was standing next to. A few days earlier, we could have decided weather the would live or die. Because of these things, we refused to do anything that we were asked to do, except eat. We had bread and tea for breakfast, rice and soup for both lunch and dinner. The a**ortment of soups consisted of ca**ava leaves, potatoes leaves, okra, and so forth. We were unhappy because we needed our guns and d**.
At the end of every meal, the nurse and staff members came to talk to us about attending the scheduled medical checkups in the mini hospitals at Benin Home and the one-on-one counseling sessions in the psychosocial therapy center that we hated. As soon as they started speaking, we would throw bowls, spoons, food, and benches at them. We would chase them out of the dinning hall and beat them up. One afternoon, after we had chased off the nurse the staff members, we places a bucket over the cook's head and pushed him around the kitchen until he burned his hand on a hot boiling pt and agreed to put more milk in our teas. Because of these things, we were basically left to wander aimlessly about our new environment for the entire first week. During the same week, the d** were wearing off. I craved c**aine and marijuana so badly that I would roll a plain sheet of paper and smoke it. Sometimes I searched in the pokers of my army shorts, which I still wore, for crumbs of marijuana or cosine. We broke into the mini-hospital and stole some pain relievers-white tablets and off white-and red and yellow capsules. We emptied the capsules, ground the tablets, and mixed them together. But the mixture didn't give us the effect we wanted. We got more upset day by day and, as a result, resorted into more violence. In the morning, we beat up people from the neighborhood who were on their way to fetch water at a nearby pump. If we we couldn't catch them, we threw stones at them. Sometimes they dropped their buckets as they ran away from us. We would laugh as we destroyed their buckets. The neighborhood stopped walking near our center, as we had sent a few to the hospital.The staff members avoided us all the more. We began to fight each other day and night.