The sun didn’t rise this morning over a cool Juba Town, hiding behind a veil of haze. The drive through to the office from Juba 3 a series of snapshots of how long the road back is for this troubled country.
Empty streets this early soon after the lifting of the curfew, as people move out of Juba at night to hide in the bush, or take refuge in the UN compounds. For those who do wonder onto the roads, the lottery of soldiers at checkpoints where men are dragged from the back of vehicles, kicked, beaten and possibly killed. For women, perhaps worse. From some a smile. A stretch of road, empty of armed men. The chance to ease the tension. Coiled in your gut. Wondering. The radio quiet.