THIS IS MY STORY
When I was just 13, I was abducted by the LRA from my home. After walking for miles with the rebel army, I was chosen to remain with the commander of the brigade, and was given the responsibility of caring for his children. I was also forced to become a wife to one of the rebel soldiers.
One day, in 2004, during an attack on the rebel army, I was running with the commander's child on her back, when I was attacked and hit by a bomb. Despite my bloodied wounds and bomb splinters, I continued to run for her life. It was not until one of the commanders helped me remove the baby from her back did I realize the baby had been cut completely in half. I was traumatized - in every sense of the word- both physically & mentally. And physically because of my intense wounds, I stayed without lying down for 6 months. In 2005, me and the rebel soldiers came under attack a second time, and my leg was seriously injured. It was during that attack that I was rescued. Taken to a nearby hospital, I underwent five surgeries on my leg. While there, the doctor who was caring for me discovered that I was pregnant. Many women, like me, usually attempted to self- abort these "unwanted babies" with sticks. But I was different. I decided to have my baby. When I gave birth, I named him "Apwoyorwot" (thank you God). To this day, if you look closely, you'll see that I still have bullets sticking out of my body. But chances are you may not even notice because I like to distract others with my big smile, laughter and goofy sense of humor.