[Malual Kon, Bahr el-Ghazal, Southern Sudan 42°C] Tomorrow morning, I leave Northern Bahr el-Ghazal and head south to Tonj county in Warrap State. Apparantly a more remote part of Southern Sudan. As I leave, I leave you here with a selection of photographs of places I’ve visited and people I’ve met while in the area. [...]
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A Visit to War Faj Village in Northern Bahr el-Ghazal
[Malual Kon, Bahr el-Ghazal, Southern Sudan 42°C] This morning, like every morning, I wake up with the sounds of roosters clucking, children playing, and neighbours beyond the compound fence discussing the beginning of their day. I make my way from inside my canvas tent on the Save the Children (UK) compound, and walk the narrow [...]
The roads of Northern Bahr el-Ghazal, Southern Sudan
[Malual Kon, Northern Bahr el-Ghazal, Southern Sudan 40°C] The gravel road between Malual Kon—where I’m now based—and the new Women’s Association Centre in Gok Machar village, where we are driving to, is long and mostly strait. It traverses a savannah-like landscape of grassland dotted with mango, palm, gwel, neem and other trees. It’s now the dry season and the tall grasses are cut for covering the roofs of all the new tukuls (houses made with mud bricks and a grass covered roof) being build by the Internally displaced people (IDPs) that are returning to the south in great numbers. Some of the trees are without leaves but when the rain comes, the land will flood, the rivers swell and everything will come alive and multiply, including mosquitos.
Adopted Marabou Stork in IOM compound
[Malualkon, Aweil, Southern Sudan 40°C] I arrive into the interior of Southern Sudan byde Haviland twin Otter 15-passenger plane. Here is it hot and dry. I travel with Martin, a Sudan Radio Service reporter based in Wau. We will collaborate on news gathering together during this trip and my visit to Abyei, later in the month.
In Wau on Day of ICC Decision
[Wau, Southern Sudan 36°C] I leave the bustling and dusty capital of Juba and fly about 500 kms northeast into the interior of Southern Sudan to the town of Wau. Although there is less traffic in Wau, without a single paved road in the town, it is equally dusty. The oxidized earth leaves a veiled remnant of itself as an orange dusting on anything that remains still for just a second. In the evenings, it peppers the tongue and tingles the nostrils.
