After a long day in the field, I decided to wait in the shade near a small shop. Following overnight rains, the sun was out in full vengeance. While, I was waiting in the quickly receding shade of the shop for my colleagues to return, I started reflecting on the days I had spent in South Sudan. I was here for the past few months working with an International Relief Organization. Every day in line of my work, I encounter ordinary people, very poor people, suffering people. The other day, I was in an IDP (internally displaced people) camp. The people had fled their homes and had settled down in a new environment. As they narrated their tales of woe one by one, it was distressing to hear….Some of them have not eaten for several days, some of them wanted clean clothes to cover themselves up, some wanted blankets…some even mentioned that they missed drinking tea which apparently is a luxury for them. It is overwhelming to say the least to hear these stores. As I surveyed the motle...