In my teens, I worked as an artisanal miner, waist deep in water, sieving the gravel to find a diamond.
Growing up in diamond-rich eastern Sierra Leone, it was the natural thing to do.
Jobs were, and still are, few and far between, so the gemstones were a magnet. They persuaded many to drop out of school, but I worked as a miner mostly during school holidays and sometimes at weekends.
The Kono District was densely po[CENSORED]ted because the sparkling stones could be found virtually everywhere, sometimes through sheer luck.
My parents joined thousands of people from across the country, as well as The Gambia, Mali, Senegal and even Lebanon, to go to Kono in the hope of making a quick fortune.
Blistered palms
I grew up there and my work as a miner was hard. I dug the river beds for gravel and extracted the often muddy earth looking for diamonds.
The pickaxes and shovels would blister my palms and the sieve would harden or even deaden my fingers, often breaking my fingernails.
And because I had to also lift sacks full of dry red tropical gravel, my head and neck were almost always in pain.
Diamond deposits were sometimes so close to the surface in parts of Kono that it was common for people to pick up tiny gemstones that had been loosened by a heavy downpour.
I found a tiny stone once or twice in my birthplace, Bumpeh. I did not know their true worth, but got enough money to see me through for about a week.
Africa's biggest diamonds:
1. Cullinan Diamond, found in South Africa in 1905, weighed 3,107 carats
2. Lesedi La Rona, found in Botswana in 2015, weighed 1,111 carats
3. Excelsior Diamond, found in South Africa in 1893, weighed 995 carats
4. Star of Sierra Leone, found in Sierra Leone in 1972, weighed 969 carats
5. Incomparable Diamond, found in DR Congo in 1984, weighed 890 carats
Source: Mathew Nyaungwa, Rough and Polished
After doing my school-leaving exams, I took to full-scale mining to help pay for my university studies.
Apart from mining in Kono, I also went to Tongo Fields in neighbouring Kenema District. There, I discovered that the life of an artisanal miner was like that of an indentured labourer.
Diamond diggers generally had two layers of sponsorship, and still do. The Group of Geng, or Gang, is what the diggers are called.
In language which harks back to the days of slavery, each group has a Master who looks over them. He is also in charge of providing food, accommodation and medicine.
But when I was there, conditions were such that only one square meal a day was assured - and please do not ask how the sauce tasted.
We often slept on the floor of a room or veranda, with bedbugs and mosquitoes biting us in turns. As for health care, Panadol was all we would get if we fell ill.
Then there was the Supporter - the person who would provide the funds for the Master.
We rarely got to know him personally. He tended to be a big businessman or diamond dealer, and he provided us with tools and monthly allowances.
Like me, most diggers did not know - and still do not know - the real value of their diamonds. So, it was easy for the Master and the Supporter to connive and dupe us about the price.