‘So, we came to Mogadishu. Two of my brothers and I were living in a place owned by the government […] that I now forget the name of. After some time, we were told to vacate the camp because the land belonged to the government. We then moved to Maslah camp and lived there for one or two years. We then moved and settled at Shabelle University [another camp] and that is where we stayed for a while. We worked for ourselves. We woke up early in the morning to go into Xamar [Mogadishu] to look for work, like laundry, when it was available. Someone came in the camp one day and wrote something on a red painted area. I didn't understand it because I cannot read. I can just write my name. Some of the elders came and read it for us and said that it was a notice for us to vacate the camp. We would have a month before we would be kicked out. “The man who warns you is not responsible for killing you”! [Proverb: Nin kuu digay kuma dilin]. My father told us before the notice time ends, he will go and look for a place for us to move to. My brothers were living in Maslah camp, and we then moved there and lived there for about a year. Then we came here to my current camp where I have lived for three years. So, I came to Mogadishu five years ago.’ (Wiilo, Mogadishu, January 2018)