In 1987, Just before the ware broke out in Sudan, my father, mother, aunt, uncle, and others relatives where living in Duk-Payuel district together. Father and uncle Ruei had forty-eight Zoo of cattle and thirty plots of both maize and sorghum in addition to three plantations in another district. Moreover, father and mother plus uncle Ruei and his wife were not in our village, they were in the military camp in the state (province) of Equatoria at the time when the Arab attacked our village. I was with my grandmother together with my other four cousins (Zechariah, William, Jacob, and Peter).
Within the same year (1987) the war made things very difficult around our homeland are. The war came without the warning upon the Southern Sudanese. That was the Arabian Planning. They had planned that they would destroy the Southern Sudan because we don't believe in Islamic religion.
They attacked our town firing up the building, killing people, and destroying all of the properties necessary for human existence. They killed many people (I cannot remember the number I was a baby) and left us scattered all around the town among death and wounded people thinking that we will die because there was no one to care for us since we were young. We were thousands of kids and few adults who hided during that night attack. Most of the kids" parents were killed except when a kid's parents were not there during that night crises or were hiding in a proper place. .
Some parents whose theirs kids were lost were with us. It was as if people had exchanged their children. That time was worse than anything else in the world. People were just surviving by eating the leaves of useful trees, plants and meat from eatable wild animals like gazelle, giraffe, antelope, etc. It was as if people wild animals themselves. No one had a place to sleep or take a rest, we just walk all night from place to place looking for an appropriated place to settle, but the enemies bombed us continuously.