My Dad was killed and my 7 year old sister was abducted when our village was attacked. But my mother, my second sister and I got away together.
We walked for a long time to get out of South Sudan. For two years, we trekked, then rested for a few days, then walked again. Finally, we reached Uganda, and from there we went in a vehicle to Kakuma, a refugee camp in Kenya, where I lived for nearly 25 years.
School in the camp was good. There were some things that were not alright but we appreciated it because we . . .