There was shouting, then shots were fired. Fear crept in and hysteria overwhelmed. Screams came from everywhere. There was no time to think. All that kicked in was a sudden urge to run- run fast and run far. Straggling across harsh bushland; pushed along south by a vast current of humanity. There was no sign of brother, sister, mother or father. And there was no way of going back to a desolate, burned down, village.
This is the story of the South Sudanese refugees. Traumatised and nearly dying of hunger, over 1 Million people have fled across the southern border into neighbouring Uganda. Ripped away from family, 62% of the refugees are children (below 17)- with little to no hope of ever finding their families again. In the refugee camps these children huddle together- forming new families. Imagine… never to see dad or mom again. Not sure if they made it out alive or if they were gunned down in the village street. While the civil war is raging on in their home country, hope of return seems faint.