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10 Years of Holidays!

Posted by Kid's Talk Show Posted on: 09/05/07

10 Years of Holidays!

By: Paul, 4 September 2007
Zambia
 
There have been tragedies for years and years in Sudan, my home country.  I was born in a war zone and grew up there.  I went to school when I was three years old and was then shifted to town as dad was working.  Village teaching is different from the town's teaching, so I had to repeat some classes.
 
After two years, dad and the whole family shifted from the city Khartoum.  Again, I had to repeat the same classes because city learning is more advanced compared to towns like the one I came from.
 
Because my dad was a member of the revolution, and under threat, we again decided to move back to the village.  I then started my class in the village and became completely bright among others.  Teachers joined the movement of SPLA so this is when my holidays began.  I contemplated with thought of going to school and so joined my elder sister Amude Rubeke for a year.
 
Importantly the war began in that village.  Some teachers joined the movement and the others left the country for fear of war.  I went home for two more years of holidays and contemplating.
 
Our second sister Kiko was married.  I had to follow her for the sake of school.  I studied for nine months.  The government had to bomb the school.  I accidentally found myself home again, with hope of going to school one day.
 
Again, my elder sister shifted to where they thought it would be safer, and in fact, I found myself with her back to school.  I learned for seven months.  The school then had to be closed.
 
After three years, I thought of business in such a holiday.  War broke and I fled to Congo DR.  I continued with my holidays in Congo.  Then, in Congo war broke and I crossed the borders and found myself in Lusaka, Zambia.  I was accepted as a refugee in Meheba Refugee Settlement and completed my high school and got enrolled at Cavendish University.
 
Now, unfortunately, along with my countryman Kwase with whom I share room and go to the same university, we have received a letter of relocation back to Meheba, where I will go and continue my holidays.


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