Marriam Teia pointed to a bag of grain near the doorway of her home, a small inlet in the caves of the Nuba mountains. "This is the last sack for the kids," she told Nuba Reports. When it runs out, she said, there will be nothing left. Marriam, along with an estimated 100,000 others, have fled their homes in the volatile border region of South Kordofan and sought shelter in the rocky folds of the nearby mountains... More:
The Slovenian humanitarian organization H.O.P.E. and the Tomo Križnar Foundation have succeed in bringing in a new shipment of cameras for documentation of the hidden war between the Sudanese provinces of the Blue Nile and the Nuba Mountains, just before the peak of rain season. When South Sudan declared its independence last July, these provinces were left to fend for themselves, abandoned even by their former comrades in the 21-year war that has taken two million lives in South Sudan. More:
Lines of refugees are rushing by us and our empty bowl of millet porridge. Each and every one of them repeatsinto the camera that they trusted the UNO agencies to the very end that they will negotiate humanitarian corridors with the Sudanese government in Khartoum, allowing them to receive food and medication from the global community. And also achieve closure of the air space. They were waiting since September 1.st, when the war began. They were waiting and telling themselves that they will not have to leave their homes for more than six months. Now they have no hope anymore. Such large waves of refugees are only now gushing from Blue Nile province because it’s the time just before the first rain, which will soften the black soil that is so characteristic of Blue Nile. More:
They are just people. The most emaciated, hungriest, the most thirsty, most tired people on the planet these days. And trees, mostly thorny acacias, offering no shade yet in this year's rain season. And dry black soil with decimeter wide, meter deep cracks that appears to drain the sweat from us as we march, since you don't see anyone piss. Nor defecate. And the sky, blue as if washed in acid. And the white-hot sun, like the heat and light of arc welding. And vultures in the sky, all the time. More:
His face is swollen. Blood drips from his bandaged head. His eyes are distant – he must suffer unbearable pain. He makes a grimace each time the Landrover wheel hits a rock or a pothole in the cart track. A comrade on the opposite seat grabs him by the shoulders with both hands. He tries to prevent him from collapsing. There are no painkillers in Blue Nile!!!! States of the European Union, the United States of America, the United Nations… More: