I found this story in the New York Times about refugee kids finding hope and solidarity in the football pitch in Georgia. I’m so happy the New York Times did this because the publicity will help them tremendously. I’m rooting for them all the way because I share some of their experience as well, especially the story of Jeremiah Siaty.
Reading his story brought me flashbacks of my own when in 1990 we fled our home, our city in the middle of the night and had to walk until near afternoon the next day. I vividly remember the moon being so bright that we didn’t need flashlights and I remember getting tired as a six-year old kid and a family friend carrying me on his shoulders every mile or so. My dad didn’t come with us – he stayed behind to protect our home and hotel. Luckily, he survived the slaughtering all around him, but not the looting of our home and hotel by the militia.
In fact, I only have two pictures from my childhood and everything else were looted. I wonder if someone is keeping our family pictures, which were plenty, as a memento? I would never forget that night in 1990. And I really hope these kids succeed despite the odds that are stacked against them.
I also hope the author of this article gets recognized for his amazing work.