A long walk to water (Nya and Salva)

Salva:

I am tortured and tired.

I wonder when this will all be over.

I hear the hot sand squeaking underneath my aching feet.

I see the rotting wounds and flesh of other [dead] men.

I want to go home and be with my family.

I am tortured and tired

I pretend that I'm not suffering.

I feel like I'm about to pass out with the, scorching on my hot back with, every passing second.

I touch my cry and ashy knees as I bend down and help another fallen lost boy.

I worry about all the things that could go wrong on this journey.

I cry myself to sleep thinking about my family.

I pretend that I'm not suffering.

I know that I can make it through this.

I stay with the group and help them because they depend on me and I am their leader.

I dream of being back home with my loving family.

I try to stay strong throughout this tremendous journey.

I hope that we will make it to Kenya before it's too late.

I know that I will make it through this.

Nya:

I am exhausted

I wonder when I will get home

I hear the bugs buzzing in my ear.

I see the water droplets sploshing of the bucket and hitting my face.

I want some fresh water and water that has no dirt but there is none around.

I am exhausted

I pretend that I am walking in a fantasy.

I feel the sand in between my toes while walking.

I touch the scratchy handle of the bucket while dragging it along the dirt path.

I worry that I will drop the bucket and have to start over.

I cry over the pain that I get from the thorns off the bush I have to walk through.

I pretend that I am walking in a fantasy.

I know that I am almost home.

I stay on the path to keep me from getting lost.

I dream of clean fresh water running down my dry throat.

I try to keep going even though my feet ache from walking miles and miles.

I hope that I won't drop the bucket, I'm almost there.

I know that I am almost home.

By Fenella.D