You get the hell out of the area. You move to Libreville. There you get a job in a greenhouse that grows tomatoes, dream herb, and sandplums. You are not making much money. You don't know anyone, or attempt to. You never even drink a beer, filled with dread about being recorded by the government. You are such a good boy it makes the squirrels sick. Rodents vomiting in the park where you read an acceptable e-book to pass the afternoon.