WA045
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Male
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
The photo explains the activity that a child soldier does right after his reinsertion into the community (agriculture and animal raising).
Seeing this child, it reminds me of my little brother who was killed by armed groups because I had integrated with the armed groups.
These boys don't have work and their time is wasted with jokes. It reminds me of my time I passed doing nothing in the forest when I was a soldier.
This photo explains how many times I was isolated from the community when I was in the armed groups.
My family heard about the DDR program for kids on the radio.
I appreciate my field of sugar cane because it helps me live today.
Kids leave the road during the time of war.
The life of a soldier and a civilian is different.
WA046
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Male
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
It's a very dirty plate on which we used to eat while in the bush.
The wives of soldiers and how they suffer with charcoal that is very expensive.
The shoes of a soldier are severely punctured.
My grandpa who helps me with beans.
This picture reminds me how the road was slow, a long time ago we were living in the forest, we didn't know bicycles, motor bikes, cars. This picture is the first of all my pictures. And I ask for help.
It's in a studio where someone helped me when I lost my phone.
WA047
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Female
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
Here soldiers have got really drunk, really, really drunk and they are combing each other's hair.
Here I left to go steal these ducks in Mgini.
This shows how my husband went to go find shoes that he could sew and then I go to sell there at the road in Mgini.
Here I am in a battle where there is fire and there are kids running all over.
Here is a worker of GRAADE, he welcomes us.
This is the time when we left the forest and we come the health center at DOCS.
These are girls who were raped in the forest.
This shoes how we were hit by soldiers in the forest.
Here I look for potatoes next to the trash.
It shows how were also in the forest with these kids. These kids are drunks and they smoke weed.
Here I am in the forest, I was in the war, I got lost and I am by myself without even one person.
WA048
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Female
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
This shows the life of our children, they didn't have shoes and they didn't have clothes.
It reminds me of how we were beat in the forest.
This photo of DOCS reminds me when we came out of the forest I was sick with a STI and DOCS helped me with medicine for free.
It reminds me how we were searching for our chiefs to give us girls who were virgins. Also this photo reminds me how I came into being a soldier.
It shows how we went to steal the boss’ people.
It reminds me of how we were bothered with the children, guns and food for the kids to eat.
The sac shows how we would go and steal.
It reminds me of a mama who helped us with advice.
This photo reminds me how we took the police and we went with them into the forest and they were with soldiers.
This papa reminds me of the papa at GRAADE who received us when we came out of the forest.
These flip flops remind me of the flip flops we would wear when we were in the forest.
This photo is a boutique, it reminds me how we would pillage things of people.
These children remind me of kids we were with who died during the war, he left three kids and also a baby of two months. This is what I left when running from soldiers because I had kids.
It reminds me how we were sleeping in the forest with the kids during the war.
Here we are in the forest, we are fleeing from the war with the kids and being pregnant. Another night under the tree.
It reminds me how our parents welcomed us when we came out of the forest.
It reminds me of the house we were living in in the forest.
A photo of a pan in the forest and there was only one.
This photo of a goat shows the help that GRAADE gave us when we came out of the forest.
Here we are coming back from the war.
WA049
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Male
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
When I was a soldier, we were cleaning the house.
When I was building, they put grass on top of the roof.
I was thinking a lot when I was in a soldier's life about the very bad state of this house.
I remember when I was in a soldier's life, I thought a lot about how I used to be in school.
I was thinking a lot of building a house when I was a soldier.
When I arrived with our people together I started to show them the project, but there wasn't a way to do it because of the soldiers.
Here it reminds me how I was going to fetch for water.
Here I am taken by enemy and he wants to put a knife in me.
Here I am with my friend in the office of GRAADE.
When I arrived, they told me they would give me assistance of phone cards.
When I arrived, they said they would give me assistance of raising goats.
This is who received me in the office of GRAADE.
I remember the bullets that were shot and I am hiding myself.
People are happy to return to my house. At this time we are at a party.
I would think a lot when I was in the guard.
I remember when I was hit with a bullet in the hand during the war.
When I was a soldier, I was digging a hole that I could hide in to flee the war.
When I was a soldier, I was building a shower to wash.
WA050
Affiliation: Former Underage Combatant
Gender: Male
Moderating NGO: Graade
Sub-Site: Walikale-Centre
My relatives are so happy to see me after a long period in the bush. They are my elder brothers.
My grandpa and uncle are happy to see me.
Sleeping on the grass in very bad houses was our motto where we were living.
To celebrate with my family and my mother when I arrived, it was really happy.
This gallon refers to the time I was at Save the Children where they said they would give us a gallon of petrol, but unfortunately we were deceived.
This aunt used to think too much about me, but she was pleased to see me again.
These are the friends who welcomed me when I left the army.
Here I was at the battlefield where I was shot in the foot.
This is a friend who used to advise me when I was in the army asking me to leave.
When I left Save the Children, they gave me that letter that says I was with them.
The time Save the Children said they would take me to school but in vain.
The kids are happy to see their uncle (dad’s younger brother) after many days of living without seeing him.
Here I was at the court while I was in prison.
I remember the bad life regarding food and sleeping on the grass.
That's a soldier with no pity. There I was being beaten in the army.
To celebrate with our boys when they reach to our traditional village.
This is my wife with whom I lived from the army till here. Now I have no means to continue living with her.