Joyce

I fled with my four children and some neighbours. Around 100 of us left together, as the whole village was moving. Sadly, I got separated from my father-in-law because he was too old and weak to travel.  

The rainy season was especially hard on me. My body ached all the time. Whenever it rained or armed groups got near, I had to hide in the bushes with the children to keep us safe. Carrying heavy loads on my head and a child on my back made the pain even worse. My ribs hurt, and the exhaustion, fear, and cold made everything harder. 

When I was about to give birth, I was in a lot of pain, and the hospital was far away. With God’s help, I delivered my baby safely. When my child turned one, she became very sick, but there was no hospital nearby to help her. By the time I managed to get her to the hospital in Yei, it was too late, and she passed away. Losing her was so hard that I became depressed.  

Since I moved to Yei, I feel safe. I do not hear gunshots anymore, and no one threatens me or tries to take my house. Now I can cook for my children without anyone coming near or trying to take our things.

We still face many challenges, and life is different here. Sometimes we have nothing to eat. Instead of growing food in my garden as I did before, I must buy everything from the market, but I don’t always have the money for it. Still, I am grateful that I can prepare food for my children without anyone taking it away. I remind my children not to dwell on what happened in our village, since they are now in a safe place. 

In 2024, I joined the Women for Women International programme in Yei. I met 24 other women, and together we formed a class. Over the next 12 months, we learned practical skills like beauty, poultry keeping and tailoring. We also learned how to trade and start small businesses to support ourselves. As we went along, we discussed health, our rights as women, our right to own land and inherit property, and ways to prevent violence and domestic abuse. I like spending time with the other women during training. It means a lot to share our experiences, and it helps me feel more relaxed.  

It makes me happy that I can still make mandazi, our local bread, and I haven’t lost my skill, even after so much time. My husband buys charcoal and food, and that makes me happy too. At the moment, my children are not in school. I hope that when I have a steady income, I can send them back so they can get an education. 

I want to encourage everyone to choose peace. We should remember how much people, especially women, go through during wars.