Can somebody please turn this into a literary nonfiction text? Refugee camps such as Mkugwa exist around the world. They are places where groups of people live when their homeland is unsafe because of natural disasters, famine, or war. When people flee their country to escape persecution or violence, they are called refugees. International laws protect them. When Innocent was four years old, he and his family left their home country of Burundi.
The civil war had made it too dangerous to stay there. They walked until they reached the Mkugwa refugee camp.
Innocent's dad built a two-room house for his family out of mud and sticks that they gathered.
Since Innocent's family had left many of their belongings behind, they needed food and clothing.
People from around the world donated these items to the refugee camp. If it weren't for such help
from others, “I would probably not be alive today,” Innocent says.
Innocent's parents lined up once a month to receive food and clothing for the family. They cooked their
food on a wood fire outside of their house. Most of the time, all they had was rice.
While living in the camp, Innocent's dad fixed radios and helped build mud homes for other refugees.
Innocent's mother worked as a nurse, helping to care for the sick. Innocent went to school in the camp.
His favorite part was recess when he would play football.