My name is Kibuka Nanyonga since I was a little boy growing up in Kampala Uganda I was surrounded by conflict but all I wanted to do was make a lot of money and make my father proud. When I became 23 years old I had spent many years fishing in Kenya and selling the fish at the markets there, it was a simple life, no hassle, no fighting it was a dream. Every Sunday I would drink my banana gin on my boat watching the sun go down. I pondered many things, things like: how many fish are there in the ocean? Is my boat the most beautiful thing I have ever bought and what would have happened if I joined the Lords Resistance Army. Well, it didn't exactly take long for me to find out about the last one. I hadn't seen my father in years since I was 20 I believe, he gave me a suitcase of Ugandan Shillings and told me to follow my passion. He made me stay away from the LRA all my life, it was brutal and now that Joseph Kony had all that attention anyone caught under the LRA would be butchered by locals. However, that didn't stop him showing up 3 years later offering me lots of money for transporting weapons, drugs, people and other wealthy things to many places around the world. I accepted of course, who doesn't want to make a lot of money. I was now a smuggler for the LRA, I had been tasked with the transportation of some AK type rifles and a high ranking officer: "Alphonse Lamola" to some mobsters in Russia who for whatever reason were involved with us, it was a long journey, a very long one I tell you. From Kenya, along with the Somalian coast, pirates didn't bother us they viewed us as savages, up the Suez canal and to Cyprus. Once at Cyprus I refuelled and continued through Turkey where it all went wrong. The black sea was a treacherous environment and the lengths that my boat had already gone through was just too much, all I remember is capsizing and a large cold feeling rush over my body. With nobody and nothing, I search for food, family, protection anything that will keep me alive in this godforsaken land.