In Uganda I had two best friends Betty and Hana. Both of them used to go to the same school as l did. They are from Ethiopia. I still remember those days we used to read books together near the river. We all lived in the the same community. At the age of 6, my family members, and I moved to a refugee camp where a lot of different nationalities lived in. That’s where l met Betty and Hana. In the camp every nationality lives in a different zone. Each zone represented a country the person came from. For example there was the Sudan zone, Somali, Ethiopian, Rwanda, and Congo zone. Everybody speaks Swahili. It’s how everyone could communicate with each other. At first I couldn’t understand anything people told me. I kept quiet like a mute but after a few years l learned, and spoke properly.
At the camp people’s life wasn’t so easy. Differences in cultures separated people amongst each other. Ethiopians mostly had a lot of problems. As years went by, with all the fighting going on, living in the camp was life threatening. Time to Time a lot of people died of poisoning and also a common disease called Malaria. In just a few years my dad had lost his two good friends. Those days were so depressing.
One day, in the dark night, everyone was in a deep sleep. Suddenly my dad woke up. Seeing him l wondered asking “why are you awake?’’ He answered “l heard a voice mumbling in the wall”. He then flashed the lights on and opened the door. There he saw digging on the front of our house. I was scared kneeling to the door. Not knowing who he was or what he wanted to do, my dad followed him running but came back empty-handed. The man was gone. He then called the police men. All they did was take some pictures and said they will do investigations.