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In many cases, the Lost Boys of Sudan have no one else. The Lost Boys is not a appreciated by many among our ranks, but it is apt enough. We or were sent from our , many of us , and thousands of us wandered through deserts and forests for what seemed like . In many ways we are and in most cases we are unsure of where exactly we’re going. While in Kakuma, one of the largest and most remote camps in the world, we found new families, or many of us did. I lived with a teacher from my , and when, after two years, he brought his family to the camp, we had what a family. There were five boys and three girls. I called them sisters. We walked to school together, we water together. But with our relocation to the United States, again it is just boys. There are very few Sudanese women in the U.S., and very few elders, and thus we rely on each other for everything. This has its , for very frequently, we are sharing unfounded rumors and abject .

When we first arrived here, we stayed in our for weeks, venturing out only when . One of our friends, who had been in the U.S. longer than we had, had just been assaulted and chased on his way home. I am sad to say that again it was young African-American men. We Sudanese are ; we look like no one else on Earth. We do not even look like anyone from East Africa. The isolation of many parts of southern Sudan has ensured that our bloodline has remained largely unaltered. We stayed inside those weeks, worried not only about young men but also that the U.S. officials would their minds about us. It’s to think about it now, how naïve we were, how skewed our perspective was. Anything seemed possible. Should we become too , or if a few of us ran into some kind of trouble, it seemed perfectly likely that we would all promptly be returned to Africa. Or perhaps just imprisoned. Achor Achor thought we could be if they found out that we had once been affiliated with the SPLA (Sudan People’s Liberation Army). At Kakuma, many of us lied on our forms and in our with officials. We knew that if we admitted affiliation with the SPLA, we would not be sent to Atlanta, North Dakota, Detroit.

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