The rough road from the Ugandan border to Pajok is the same one that John fled along as a nine year old boy on March 31st 1989 after the Sudan People’s Liberation Movement (SPLM) attacked Pajok. It is normally impassable during the rains: April and then July to August.
Road to Pajok, impassable during the rainy season.
Saw this in a book:
“There are those who like to say ‘yes’, and there are those who prefer to say ‘no’.
Those who say ‘yes’ are rewarded by the adventures they have;
those who say ‘no’ are rewarded by the safety they attain.”
Sad news from South Sudan: John’s Aunt Albina Auma has passed away in Pajok on Monday 10th December 2012. She will be buried in Pajok. Albina was the first-born in her family and Lino’s older sister. I do not have a good picture of her. The two pictures here show her. She is the lady with the blue skirt.
Albina in Pajok
Albina in Pajok, December 2011
More background from John “ALBINA AUMA my aunt, she is Lino’s elder sister. This was the woman whom we met with those of Lino in Pajok last December and she was taking care of Linda, Fiona, Sunday and the girl left behind when her mother (Laker Grace also Albina’s daughter) died while giving her birth….in late 2009.
Albina is the first in Lino’s profile and she is the only Aunt to us. She is the mother of Okeny Charles whom you supported his education.
It is Pereji who was Lino’s mother-in law and my grand mother but Albina was my aunt.”
Update on 12th December: All the children, plus Lino and Florence hope to travel from Kampala up to Pajok for the burial. For all the younger children, this will be the first time they have seen their home town. This is because they were born in Kiryandongo refugee camp in Northern Uganda.
This website was established at the end of Nov 2012.
There is a lot of information to upload, which should be done before Christmas.
Check back soon! Meanwhile thanks so much for your interest.
Twisted by lack of feeling
The bacillus insidious
Depriving nerves of function
A quiet grief
The closed door of her hut
Pereji waits for healing
The promise of modern drugs
The hands still gnarled
to some extent
but skin now
glows and shines.
a foothold of hope
But TB was so much harder to shift
A long battle of wills,
with limited victory of a sort.
I grieve for that hacking cough
draining Pereji of joy
her weakened body
eventually broken by so harsh a weight.
Goodbye dear Pereji
We’ll meet again I’m sure
Forgive us what we left undone
Your life so rich in people
Yet poor in things.
You took nothing with you
as you always did.
This was created jointly by Nathan in the UK and Richard in Uganda.
It took a few iterations but the result is great. The fact that the logo was created as a partnership crossing two continents sums up what we are about. Using the wide variety of talents and resources we’ve been given, in order to benefit others in a tangible way.
- The Sudanese boys in Kampala, Dec 2011
Good news: The 2013 Calendars should be printed and available for sale by Monday December 3rd. They are priced at £5 each and we have obtained matching funds from Barclays Bank. So if you are thinking of donating at this time, why not buy a Calendar and increase the value of your gift.
News came from John on November 30th 2012:
“We have lost Pereji yesterday. She became so sick on 28th November and died the next day. Am on my way back to Kampala now. I will communicate when I reach there.”
Pereji in Kampala, August 2009