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Agitated, desperate and confused. There i was, a young boy determined to leave everything that i had known turned to nothing behind- left with no options, and tormented. It was by dawn when i was already at the bus station with my little luggage which was of course just a backpack ready to book my boarding ticket for a night bus that was leaving to nairobi. I hadn't travelled by bus to anywhere or neither have i had an experience of such a very long journey- but i was filled with the joy and high hopes of finally fleeing to freedom. The bus driver thriving and hooting through the evening traffic, i was sinking in my seat which was next to a window with tears flowing my cheeks and suddenly having all sorts of brainstorm and my body shaking, i couldn't figure out what was going on with me but as we exited the city i felt a strange feeling of relief as the cold evening breeze blew through my long ropes of dredlocks. Driven miles and miles through swamps and forests, i fell asleep only to be awakened by a swahilli woman who was sitting next to me in a language i didn't understand. We had been pulled over on a checkpoint and there was this very tall, dark skinned man who was walking through the bus asked me to present my identifications- i handed to him my national identification card, looking at at and looking back in to my face with a bright flashlight focused straight in my eyes, he handed it back and proceeded. It was nearly at sunrise when we approached the malaba boarder boadering uganda and kenya, when we were once again pulled over by military soldiers bearing massive guns across their shoulders asked in kiswahilli everyone to exit the bus to have their travel documents stamped at the immigration office, i didnt know or understand any word but i was once again assisted by this lady once again, she spoke a little english that i had to be very keen to observe and follow whatever she did. With a little added tone and faked confidence, i presented myself to the immigration officer who was already exhausted from the very long sleepless night who carried on a two minutes interview, scanned my fingerprints and further stamped my passport. I was ready to face a yet very long unpleasant experience in my life as a refugee.