The bright Juba sunrise rays blast through the sprawling rickety structures that form the UN protection site, adjacent to the Organization’s base in the South Sudanese capital.
“We are tired. We are losing our husbands, we are losing our children. How long are we going to talk about peace?” cries Alice Senna Philip, as she sits alongside other weeping women in a dark, humid tukul (hut) in the heart of Yei town.
Sand has been piled up. Gravel is on the ready. A water tank is full. Some building blocks have been stacked up to one side, while others are being laid orderly, one on top of the other and smoothened with plaster.