My name is Lowanna Cosala. This is my family. Before I was taken away we all lived together in a small town type lifestyle. Although our life was far from perfect, we lived in tents and didnt eat often, but we had each other and our life was okay. We were quite happy.
This is where we lived. It was a tent made from straw, mud and rocks. It wasn’t much, but it is what i called home.
The government sent people to come and take me and Jarli away. It was probably the most frightening, unexpected most disastrous thing that has ever happened to me.
They put us on a boat with tonnes of other kids, none of us knew where we were going. I thought they were going to kill us. This was the last moment i ever had with Jarli.
I was separated from Jarli, I haven’t seen him since. I don’t even know if he is still alive. I miss him so much. I wonder if he was tortured as much as me? Oh i hope not! I feel so angry and upset inside, this all just happened because of the colour of my skin!
And now here i am. Alone, miserable, terrified and sick. They treat us so bad. I hate it. What if they killed my parents and Jarli? If you are reading this, please put yourself in my shoes, this should not be happening! You probably life a wonderful life, nothing like mine. Please help me to find my family and to go home.