Female, about 20
Year of Capture: 1994
Liberated: September 2013
Arab-Muslim name: Kadissa
I don’t remember being captured. My mother told me that we were from Barmayen, and that we were taken in the fighting in Malualkon.
When I became a teenager, my mother was separated from me. Our master, Igilit Musa, said that she didn’t want her to run away with me now that I was grown. I don’t know where he took her.
Igilit Musa lives in Kasussa, Darfur. He is a man rich with cows. He made me grind grain and cook, and made my mother milk and water the goats. After he sent my mother away, I took over her work. He called me “jengai” [a racial epithet] and beat me multiple times a day.
My master’s wife gave me the scar on my cheek. I was lying down because I was sick, but she wanted me to cook. She called me a “dirty jengai” and sliced my face with a knife.
Igilit Musa gave me as a wife to an Arab man named Abdullah Hali. He would come to Igilit’s house to visit me a few nights a week. I refused twice to sleep with him, and he beat me. After that, I realized he wouldn’t give up until I agreed.
Abdullah is the father of my baby girl. She is seven months old, and her name is Abuk Akot. I gave her a Dinka name when we arrived in the South. In the North, she was called Fatima.
The slave retriever came and took us here, because South Sudan is independent and there is peace now. I was very happy when the slave retriever took me from Musa’s house.
Since I came back here, I haven’t been forced to work, I don’t have to work all the time, and I haven’t been beaten. Those things will never happen again. I want to tell you my happiness and give you my thanks for the great work you have done for us.