"I am growing old, yet I am all alone in this house. When I left my home in 1972 I wasn't even married. I fled to Bukavu [in eastern DRC] where I married a Congolese man and had three children.
"Unfortunately, my husband and all my three children have died; they are all buried in DRC. When I heard that peace was returning to my country I decided to come back home and see if I could trace any of my relatives.
"I have suffered so much all my life; I don't even know where to begin. When I came back, I tried to find my relatives but my search has been futile. You can see that I'm now weak, I don't even have the energy to dig any more.
"All I depend on is this small patch of land outside my house [with a few maize stalks] and begging from the communities living near our camp. I can't even go out and ask to work on their farms because I no longer have the energy.
"All I need now is a little work to sustain myself; at least I can still do most of the domestic chores by myself. Where to get money for food and other needs is my main problem."