The Sunday Mail
Before long, dead bodies, including those of children, were strewn all over the place. We escaped death by a whisker
Emmanuel Kafe
When a missile hit his neighbour’s apartment, 45-year-old Antony instinctively knew that the safety and peace he had enjoyed for close to a decade was over.
His time in Khartoum, the capital of Sudan, was up.
Earlier that fateful day, April 18, he had woken up to the sound of deafening explosions and whizzing fighter jets.
It felt surreal.
As he was still trying to make sense of it all, another loud blast shook his apartment building in Khartoum’s Al Amarat district, which confirmed to him that this was a real-life nightmare.
Before this unexpected turn of events, where tensions between the Sudanese army and paramilitary group Rapid Support Forces (RSF) escalated to open hostiliti...
