Hundreds of thousands have walked this thread of road that cuts a wide expanse of desert and open sky to escape civil war and persecution. They travel hundreds and even thousands of miles from Eritrea, Ethiopia, Democratic Republic of Congo, Rwanda, Burundi, Uganda, Somalia, and South Sudan. The cruel irony is that few may ever leave.
They are refugees living in a camp harshly named Kakuma, which translated, means ‘nowhere.’ It is illegal to call this place home. They face systemic corruption, deplorable health care, a lack of food and water, and oppressive living conditions with temperatures hovering around 100°. They are trapped with nowhere to go.
Each morning, I watch with curiosity as they walk into their day, traveling back and forth between the camp and a nearby town for supplies. They look towards the horizon and continue to hope that one day they’ll be allowed to venture somewhere ‘out there,’ where they’ll be welcomed and can once again have a place they may call home.
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