The rebels had come during the night and had put landmines all over against the soldiers. But it had rained so I couldn’t see well the ground.
When I opened my eyes I was at the hospital and tried to get up and realized that a piece of my leg was missing. When I came back to the village after 3 months I learnt that my husband had been taken by the rebels and killed. In 2003 we were forced to move the IDP camp of Bobi.
The soldiers where beating us often: if we came back after curfew hours they would beat us and roll us in the mud or dump us in the swamp. They also trained our own children to beat people who were not on time. My own son was forced to beat my daughter one night that they were late in the camp. The rebels also came into the camp, twice. They abducted children and took our food: we were scared of both the rebels and the soldiers. In 2004 my son Okello during school break had to go back to school to collect the results of his year. The rebels ambushed the taxi he was on and he was killed. I wanted to go collect his body but my brothers and father refused to give me money for the transport. Some fellow women gathered some money and then I sold a goat and used up my savings and paid the transport to go collect my son. I brought him home and buried him near the house.
We left the camp a few years ago – we had to stay long because we had no money to build a new house. I am happy we are back home, because I am free here, I can do whatever I want.
I am taking care of my family, which is five children, two god sons, ten grand children, my mother and a brother. All the grandchildren come at my house because in their homes there is nothing to eat. I dig, go collect water, fetch the fire-wood, the hay, the cassa- va, then I come home and cook. I also take care of one cow these days. »
Filda, Along Village, January 2011