Magrete

Magrete fled her home during the recent attack on Palma and is currently staying in a temporary shelter set up in a stadium in Pemba.

“I got a call from my husband at around 3 pm on 24 March. He warned me that the situation was not good and that I should leave our house with our children and meet him at his workplace. Even before we left the house, I could already hear the sound of gunshots in the city. We ran to my husband’s office, and we hid in the backyard. There were others there too.  

Soon we realised we were not safe there and my husband helped me and our children over the fence, and we ran away. Some people didn’t manage to escape. We don’t know what happened to them, if they died or were kidnapped.

We were on the outskirts of Palma, by the beach. We stayed there for two days. On the third day, we had to run away from the attacks again; they had found us. We kept on running along the beach towards Afungi; others ran into the water and never came back out.

We arrived at Afungi together: me, my husband and our two sons. But when the boat came to rescue us, they said my husband would have to wait until the next day – they were prioritising women and children. My husband has a mobile phone, but I haven’t been able to get through to him since I arrived here. I don’t know where he is or what condition he is in.

My nephew was kidnapped in Palma, and we don’t know where he is. And now I’ve lost contact with my husband too…

I’ll wait here for a few days, but if I can’t get in contact with my husband, I’ll need help to get to Mueda. I’m going to try and find relatives and look for someone there who might have news of my husband. I’d like to ask for help for the people still in Afungi, the ones who were left behind. They need to bring them here.”

Zainabo

Zainabo is a mother of three and is sheltering in a stadium in the city of Pemba.

“When the attacks happened in Mocimboa da Praia [in 2020], I decided to move to Palma. I carried on with my business there and was able to make a living, but when this attack happened, I lost everything, including my eldest son. We became separated, and I don’t know where he is now.

We were altogether when it happened. But as soon as we heard gunshots, we panicked and ran in different directions. I fell on the ground and people carried me into a backyard, where my two youngest children were.

We left Palma and headed for Afungi. The walk there was difficult – it was a miracle we made it. We were constantly hearing gunshots and having to run. We were lucky to get there.

I and my youngest son arrived in Pemba by helicopter. My daughter came later by boat. But I didn’t want to leave. I told the people who were helping us in Afungi that I couldn’t find my son. But they said I had to leave and that they would look for him.

They took my picture and said that once they found him, they’d show him the picture, so that he knows I came here. They gave me a phone number to call for news in case they find him. But I don’t have a phone.

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I have nothing. I have my children to look after, and I’m very worried because I haven’t found a place for us to go yet. For now, I’m staying here. But I need help.

I can’t go back to Palma. I saw the violence with my own eyes. I lost a nephew, they decapitated him. I can’t go back.”