“Conscripted, rifle butt on a child’s face, this is like a fruit that splits. Worse in the jungle, but nothing will prohibit that. Living in his hole like a rat, but nothing will prohibit that. Because I saw his face in the delta and mangrove, and decay of cities. New Chernobyl of saliva and bile, but that has been beating a path to our doors. Chloroform and compresses in the jungle, worse, but nothing will stop it. Living in his hole like a rat, living as a child soldier. Because I saw her face … Kilometer 20, they were a good twenty, red hair like tow, with the machete. I put him near the road, this is the dirty water he drank, dead dogs, zebus. This is the dirty water he drank. Because I saw her face … Excruciating heat, the sky is tinted gray. Conscripted, Lagos to Conakry, rifle butt. These black lips smile at me, hard as bark, Lagos to Conakry, in the worst jungle again. Because I saw his face.” (Gérard Manset, “Enfant soldat” “Child Soldier” 2006)
I wanted then to paint a pretty little girl to remove this poor child soldier out this world of idiot adults who spend their lives to kill each other. She told him that playing war is ended, that the game is over and that there will be no winner … Game-over … Please, come play with me .