At the border we saw many refugees moving south, as well as traders coming from the camp to purchase some foodstuffs from their long lost homeland. I spoke with a couple of women who had to flee their homes in the North and live in South Sudan. They were older women, and I wondered what it would be like to have to flee the only home you ever knew into an uncertain future.
The journey to Kauda took over eight hours. It’s the main city in the Nuba Mountains region and de facto capitol. After meeting with local officials and churches, we were directed to a couple of areas in the region where the need was great and our grain, soap, salt and school supplies were very much needed. We also brought some deworming pills, pain meds and nutritional supplements to the local health authorities. The next day we set off to do a distribution, and though the ride was bumpy, hot and dusty (par for the course in this part of the world), the scenery was beautiful and people customarily welcoming and hospitable.