[4/4] After the Sudan revolution in 2019, Hassan Shire and I travelled to Sudan. We established a network of human rights defenders, and by 2020, DefendDefenders was registered as an organization with offices in Khartoum. Therefore, at the beginning of April this year, I travelled to Sudan to support the team and carry out some work there as well. I had only been there for two weeks when the war broke out again. My apartment was hit by a bomb. I cannot adequately express my feelings in words. To this day, I have failed to find the right words, the appropriate vocabulary to describe the feeling when war erupted. It was unfortunate, saddening, depressing, and traumatizing. It happened on a normal Friday evening. I had just met my long-time friends, and we were catching up, cooking, having drinks, and listening to music. We had even made plans for the weekend, but everything changed. It took three weeks to travel from Khartoum to Kampala, which is usually a 3-hour flight. We drove and walked until we crossed over into South Sudan. However, when we finally reached there, it took almost a month to get a plane to Juba. We found ourselves in a deserted place with no shelter or food. Every day, we had to walk 30 kilometres to the next town just to access water and find something to eat. Then, we would return to that airport in the middle of nowhere, hoping that a plane would come and pick us up.
(Nsambya, Kampala)
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