BENTIU, UNITY STATE – “I told my son that if he continued down the same path, he would be dead within the next year.” Sixty-three-year-old James Kuol sits on a narrow wood-framed string-mattress-bed next to his wife Rhoda, running a hand over his gaunt, leathery face as he shakes his head at the memory. “The kids were going crazy - beating and robbing innocent people in the camp to buy their drugs - and the police were raiding our homes so often…









