The horror of living in Sudan is inextricably linked to the act of seeking asylum; you cannot consider one without the other. There but for the grace of God…
If I were living through that horror, would I want to get out? Yes.
If English was the language I spoke or I had distant relatives in the UK, would I want to go there? Yes.
If there was no legal way for me and my family to escape to the UK, would I consider paying someone to get us out? Yes.
If I had an adult son or grandson and could only gather enough money to pay for him, rather than me, would I do that? Yes.
I would accept that I would die amongst the horror … but I would want him to, at least, have a chance of a future.
When I see the young male asylum seekers who live near me, I don’t think, ‘oh here we we go again; 600 arrived in one day; they’ll need blankets, doctors, dentists’.
I think, ‘I wonder what horror they’ve seen before arriving here and I wonder who they’ve left behind’.