“We left our village to escape terrorist attacks. When an organization was looking for children who were refugees, to enrol them in school, my dad refused to give them my name. ”
" He only gave them my brothers’ names and they got to start school again. My mum also wanted me to stay at home and do all the household chores. Every morning I fetch water with a cart, two kilometres away. I fill eight 20-kilo containers. I wash my brothers’ clothes; if I refuse, I am beaten.
I feel like a prisoner who’s been condemned to work all the time, without any rest. Girls are treated like machines that have to function all the time. Our country’s leaders need to put a stop to this.”
Salamata, 12, Burkina Faso