A camp they called compo


Education was a big issue. School was far away from home. Home was in the middle of two big streams, an agricultural land where 100s of families reside. The men and women work day and night growing different crops, cleaning, harvesting or fighting their way to open water channels to ensure a smooth irrigation session, mostly at night. Sweat, blood and tears plus the agony of an area infested by malaria, bilharzia and tape worms. The fruit of their labour neither belong to them nor shared equally with the owners, afterall they do not belong here. The land owners are doing them huge favour by providing part of there land as living accommodation.
As for the landlords, the nobles, they live far away from that land, where the local market, hospital, schools and communal facilities provide a much tolerable life.

As aforementioned, education is essential as the only hope to break the vicious cycle of the life within the camp. However the obstacle being the amount of funding provided by the local authorities for the camp children to gain their basic education, this was next to nothing. In other words, budget overlooked the children from the camps. Therefore, out of good will, school governing bodies, grant the limited spaces on the basis of favouritism. The rest of the kids have to join force with their parents to keep up with the lands maintenance. One does not have to look long to determine the camp residents backgrounds, almost all are descends from the two very regions which the successive central governments neglected and / or waged war upon.

The camp experience is yet another form of segregation inflected on the marginalised people of Sudan since the beginning of the neocolonialism post 1956 by the elites and their cliques.


Where and when: FAR FROM FICTION, in an Aeroplane cabin, May 2014


She was restless. She couldn’t see, yet she can see the world from a different angle; through her hands as her first point of contact; through her other senses she senses. Her world was so clear it was blurred.
After 8 hours of flight time her hands were itching to see the sky; to touch the clouds. The window stood between her and her desire. Less than a second later, the window was ashamed after failing to grant the girl her solely wish. It shivered standing still sending the cold greeting from the clouds to her little hands.
She thanked them in silence and returned elegantly to her seat.
Purely reactionary.
The way the mother communicated her daughter’s eye sight blindness seemed as the fuel for her little one’s strength and confidence.
The facts
The response of most human beings when it comes to ‘dealing’ with blindness, deafness and special need cases is smiling, talking and standing still respectively.
Parents and guardians facing the reality of their little ones’ special needs.
Civilised and developed societies are measured and ranked by the way they treat their elderly, poor, and how well they are equipped to provide for its disable citizens.