Kettles steam on charcoal stoves in the cool morning breeze. It’s a rainy day in Juba, South Sudan’s capital. There are few customers at the tea stall where Kiden Mary, 19, works on the corner of Bilpam Road – one of the city’s asphalted thoroughfares – and a muddy street leading to a residential area where houses are mostly rented to NGOs.
“I came here to look for money,” she says, pouring thick coffee boiled with ginger through a strainer. She provides for her mother and siblings at home in Kajo Keji, a village 70 miles to the south, near the border with Uganda. “Sometimes I work until 9pm. The little I get, I send to them.”
