‘A conflict that’s challenged all taboos’
We are held hostage, surrounded by the stench of death, under the threat of a meaningless demise.
I’ve been living out the war with my family in east Khartoum, where you can’t escape the sound of outgoing artillery and the incoming shells; the buzz of aircraft overhead; the yells of children who now know to run for cover when it all gets too close.
But I can’t write about any of it – I am no longer a voice for my people.
This powerlessness to do my job also means a loss of livelihood. Like other “ex”-journalists trying to make ends meet, I’ve been forced to roam the streets, peddling goods for sale to provide for my family. A well-written story or deeply-researched exposé is not what gets you paid anymore.
Source: The New Humanitarian
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