When I come to the pond to get the water, it's not empty, there's some birds, other women getting water, and even some cattle grazing on the grass. The water was brown and muddy, but each sip I took made me a little cooler inside.
I am Salva. I live with my family of my mom, dad, 3 brothers, and 2 sisters in Sudan. I go to school in another part of Sudan, a short half hour walk from my house. One day at school we all heard a CRACK, then we heard more cracks, and pops. A gunshot. We were all in panic. Our teacher told us to go to the bushes, not home. Everyone was running though. And I found myself running too. running hard
I found some people from my group. About a dozen. We spent the night there. Soldiers came. People called them rebels. Our village group found a barn to sleep in teh next night. When I woke the next morning, No one was there. They had left me. I sat up with tears in my eyes. Over the horizon I could see a pond, and a lady, and a house. I walked over to her and talked with her. I worked for her and worked hard so maybe I could stay and when the war was over, I could go home and find my family. On the fourth day I worked for her she told me that she was leaving to find a new pond, and I could stay with her. I saw Dinka people and thought my family was among them