I am a Refugee By Deng Mangok Ayuel

My name is Tutu.
I am a refugee,
The most senior refugee,
Who left home for Kakuma …?
When I was only nine years old;
Now I am in my early thirties of age
And again, a refugee in South Sudan –!

I am saddled in Africa,
Truly misfortuned to humanly unfair,
A favor that I have never intended for,
Mediocre, mindedly inferior,
No hope for my Sudan-ism, power over,
My affluence, humanity, childhood and affair,
Were taken when I was younger,

I have been neglected Sudanically,
Already forced out of my own country, Sudan,
I saw death, but ran away for refuge unequivocally,
Imagine how it feels to miss your own relatives and mountains
And have no other way of getting back without the idea of death in your in mind,
I live in a camp, Ajuong Thok with limited accessibility,
To food water gas and even electricity;

I missed my relatives, feeling:
So lonely,
Dismay,
Discouraging,
Disturbing,
Dishonoring
And discomforting

I have no source of income!
Only UNHCR, WFP food ration
The food isn’t enough for the situation,
I keep feeling and thinking about starvation.
My mind is gone home, eyes seeing the Nuba Mountains
But it is not easy to escape death, too much bombs and military raids!
And still, I am a Sudanese.

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