There are over a quarter of a million Darfuri people living as refugees in Eastern Chad. About eighteen thousand of those live in camp Djabal. Approximately sixty percent of them are what we in the US consider children. What is sad to realize is that these are the lucky children of Darfur. They are only alive because of the heroic effort of aid agencies. Well, it is not “agencies” that keep them alive. It is real people that risk their lives to do what seems like impossible in these logistical and security nightmares of places. It is not a full life these children live, but they are alive.
What about the children inside of Darfur, the not so lucky ones? Food aid, water, and medicine are running out in some places. Walking among the children here in Djabal, I get sad because at knowing that they are not experiencing their culture as it should be. They are not learning their parents trades. Their futures have huge obstacles and challenges and limits. But, they are the lucky ones.
I’m a bit tired from two traveling days and working late. I miss my kids a lot.