Children are playing in the Bidibidi camp. On the background we can see some shelters and the water tank provide by MSF.
South Sudan

My journey from child refugee to MSF staff

Patient and Staff Stories20 June 2022

Plumpy’nut. I hadn’t seen it for decades.

I was in Syria, working with Médecins Sans Frontières / Doctors Without Borders (MSF). I was the HR/Finance manager, helping ensure that our medical projects had the staff and resources they needed.

Patients in one of the projects were being given Plumpy’Nut, a fortified peanut paste used to treat malnutrition.

I’d last seen it when I was young and malnourished myself when the peanut paste given to my family and I by MSF probably helped to save my life.

Moses Soro MSF HR/Finance manager The story of how I came to work with MSF is a very long one. I hope I can summarize it. I'm originally from South Sudan. Before South Sudan was an independent country, it was part of Sudan, and there was a protracted war between the southerners and the northerners. Growing up with constant war, you would see wounded people coming from the frontline. All of us in school were conscripted to do military training. We had to move several times to escape the fighting. Eventually, the conflict caught up with us again. I remember the sounds of the bombs. The planes overhead. It felt like anyone could be a target. I was young at that time, in my early teens. My parents made the decision. We had to evacuate and get out of the warzone. Everyone in our town and the neighbouring villages crossed the border and became refugees. I wanted to give something back.
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Uganda

In Uganda, we were safe from the conflict, but the conditions were harsh.

We were living in the bush, sleeping outside, exposed to the elements, to the rain. We couldn’t protect ourselves from mosquitos, and a lot of people got malaria. There were no latrines at first, so cholera broke out.

People started dying. Especially children. I’m from a large family, and several of my brothers and sisters died.

But guess who arrived? MSF. They were first on the scene. I myself was treated by MSF.

That left a deep impression on me. As I got better, as other organisations arrived and the camp became formalized, as I went through school and eventually university, I kept saying to myself, “one day I will work with MSF and pay back the help and generosity I got”.

Because without MSF, maybe I’d be dead. Like my brothers, like my cousins, like all the people who didn’t make it.

Uganda Refugee Camp
No way home for Ituri s refugees in Uganda. Ariele 40-years-old from Joo village in Ituri province in DRC. .
Mohammad Ghannam/MSF
Because without MSF, maybe I’d be dead. Like my brothers, like my cousins, like all the people who didn’t make it...

Next steps

Eventually, our family was resettled. I came to the UK and studied international relations at university. After South Sudan became independent, I returned there and trained as a bank manager. Then I worked for an INGO that trains politicians in good governance and another one in civic engagement before working in politics myself. I wanted to serve my community.

I hadn’t forgotten my promise to myself, but I knew that I didn’t want to join MSF while I was politically active. It isn’t compatible with MSF’s policies of neutrality and impartiality.
 
Later, when the time came for me to move back to the UK, I did a post-graduate degree in HR management to build my skills. Then I finally applied to MSF.

A young man receives his vaccination from a local MSF staff member.
Cholera vaccination in Kyangwali - A young man receives his vaccination from a local MSF staff member.
Stitching Pictures/MSF

Syria

When MSF said I’d matched with a project in Syria, I didn’t hesitate. I’d seen news programmes about the war on TV, and had seen some of the devastation. It’s hard to compare, but I felt what they were going through was in some ways similar to what I’d experienced or worse.

MSF runs various medical projects in Syria, and I worked on two of them. One provides vital medications and support for people with chronic diseases, and the other treats people with tuberculosis who were in detention.

I was focused on all the administrative aspects that allow a project to run smoothly. This meant a lot of staff recruitment, including working to ensure our practices and policies were transparent for all applicants. We also organized a lot of training and shadowing, building up the skills and confidence of our team.

I was very open with my Syrian colleagues. I told them I was a refugee. I have lived through a conflict, and I know what it’s like to be displaced. Lots of Syrians escaped the war by leaving the country, but many others have been displaced within Syria. I wanted to offer some encouragement and some hope. To reassure them that eventually, things will become more settled and they will be able to live happily again.

A reminder

After I first saw the Plumpy’nut in the office in Syria, I kept a packet of it in my desk. It reminded me of what saved me, of why we were there.

I’m back in the UK now, and I meant to bring that packet back to show my children. I wanted them to know exactly what it looks like, to say “Without this, I wouldn’t be here to be a daddy to you”.

But in all the hurry to leave, the packet of Plumpy’nut was the one thing that I forgot. It stayed in on my desk in Syria. So instead, I tell my kids, "I'm working for MSF because they helped me."

I’ve now started a new challenge: training to join the police force here in the UK. But once my initial training is done, I hope to do a new assignment with MSF, and to continue, in a small way, to give something back.

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