Story of My Life in Mahama Camp

I remember the day that I left my country Burundi because of war and I fled to Rwanda where I got a chance to start studying for my secondary school G.S Paysannat L. In my country, political conflict started which caused a lot of people to die, especially youth. I never knew what it was to be in a refugee camp. In our first three weeks, we were given biscuits as food where we were in a transit camp, and after we migrated to another general camp in Mahama every one was given 3 kg of beans, 10 kg of corn, 1L of oil, 3 soaps, and ¼ kg of salt that was food for a single person for the entire month. Some days I was going two days without eating. We lived in a tent that was so hot from the sun that you felt like there was not enough oxygen.
Due to lack of food, other refugees would cut the tent with the razor at night to steal food. You wake up in the morning and you find that your food is gone and there is no way to get it back because we are 60 000 people living together in a small area with thousands of identical tents. Imagine if they stole your food which was not even enough; how you are going to survive till the next month when you will get more food? many people go into the host community just searching for what they can eat for surviving for a few days when they got there some of them who were killed due to stealing food like beans, bananas, cassava, and sweet potatoes the people are in the host community and they killed them that my story of Mahama camp.