When I tell my story, I still feel like I am being abducted in the night. I try running in the dream, but they are holding me. What I have gone through, I can never get out of my mind, but when I struggle, I remember that I have a piece of land and that my children are safe.

Courtesy Victoria Nyanjura

I had to look deeper; I had to continue praying as the war intensified. I had to find food for my hungry children, i believed that one day God would lead me home. Life had become so hard, and I knew I wanted to escape. I just did not know when and where. Everyone around us had guns.

Courtesy Victoria Nyanjura

When you walk through the bushes, your footprint can be seen, but the rains washed it away for us. It was between life and death, and I knew if the LRA followed us, we would be killed or beaten.

Courtesy Victoria Nyanjura