The morose anonymous and I are terrible bloggers.
I am supposed to write about day to day life in juba and
here ive been ranting and raving politics since….
I came back to Juba yesterday (I was gone from Dec 13th)
And yes, the airport is still the worst ‘international’ airport experience
and yes, immigration officials still try as hard as they can
to be as rude as possible
and take up a whole page on your passport
and you still have to open up your suitcases so everyone can
look at what you have packed, and sometimes you have to watch your underwear
being mishandled :o(
Driving down the streets yesterday - pretty
quiet, much less traffic (one good thing to grasp at, since majority of us cant drive but we insist), and the curfew is lifted
The neighbourhood guys still line up their chairs on both sides of the road, sit and drink chai, smoke shisha, argue and talk for hours and hours
(sometimes its more than 20 guys cold chilling.)
Its hard to imagine there’s an idp camp down the road from the airport.
Its hard to imagine there’s an idp camp down the road from the airport.
This morning, I was driving into Juba town and drove past the
president’s residence
This (for me) was the first sign that something was amiss
Two pick-up trucks one at each end of the block, each with
a machine gun which is loaded with (huge) bullets and, I assume, is armed and ready
(godforbid)
Many soldiers (commandos, as i was told) standing around or sitting (in a bus
stop no less),
a number of camouflaged trucks, place is lined up with army
My first thought was, we really have destroyed our country.
This should never be happening after our liberation.
