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I stood in the middle of what used to be a thriving field, now just cracked earth and drifting sand. My father’s hands were stiff around his shovel, and I could see the exhaustion in his eyes. "It’s over," he said softly. "The land's gone. We can’t stay." My mother, wiping away tears, looked toward the south, toward the cities we’d heard of, where life might still be better. "We have to go. But it won’t be easy. There’ll be so many others." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. I knew what she meant. We would join the millions of refugees, fighting for scraps of land and water in a place that might not welcome us. As we packed the last of our things, I glanced at the place we once called home, already half-swallowed by the desert. There was no choice now, and south was the only way forward.

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Once I woke up in my city, Chefchaouen, me and my family both noticed that desertification had took over Chefchaouen and is moving fast. My mother, Jinkleburger, had told me and my brothers to wake up and pack as much food and water they can because we wouldn't be able to survive desertification because we can't plant crops. My brother, Quantavion, asked my mom, "Mom, why don't we go to the Great Green Wall, we can survive there and its only a 12 minute walk". My mother then told him that was where we were going. Two to three minutes later, off we went headed to the Great Green wall, hoping we could survive desertification once and for all

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My family is moving to the DRC. I don't want to but the desert is taking over our village. My friends are moving too, except that they are moving to places like Tanzania and Zambia. I will have to make new friends and live in a new home. It's not fair. I wish that We could start the Great Green Wall project again. We wouldn't have to move and my family could go back to our life as farmers. Moving is our only choice since the project was abandoned 5 years ago.

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We are on a long hard journey down south. People around me are yelling and screaming complaining, people fighting, all for one reason. The Desert is growing. It's increasing at rapid rates making it hard for us to recover as a whole. People are completely abandoning northern areas leaving nothing but governments behind to suffer alone. My mom and my dad are both by my side as we go on and on on animals and cars and huge groups. They said it was only going to be a five minute walk-we've been walking for 6 hrs....

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From our small house me and my family looked out at what used to be the green luscious Great Green Wall. Right there and then my father said, "Get your stuff we are heading south." My mother looked at him like he was crazy but complied. I asked my father, "Where will we go? Everyone will be fighting for land, food, and water?" He didn't reply he just gave me that look like he has been fighting in war for years. After we all grabbed our things I looked out at what used to be our home and farm. Without shedding a single tear we left, without ever giving a single thought on why we should stay.

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I had once seen great, beautiful colored land, and now all I see is dusty sand and dead trees. My mother and father, who had once been fine, were now weeping, looking at the dead land ahead of them. We had just taken a 14 minute walk to the once Great Green Wall, that isn't as great as it used to be. We now have to move to the DRC, and now I will be forced to make new friends and forget my old ones, and will now have to join the group of millions of people starving and struggling to find enough water and food to supply their families, and hoping for a way to recover.

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Everyone keeps saying that everything will be okay soon. But, I am not sure I can believe that We are moving to Chad tomorrow. We have to leave everything behind except a few pairs of clothes and other belongings. The ride will be tough and the cart will be crowded. My family is trying to find out if there are any jobs available, but every job had been taken. The jobs that are available barely pay. The owners of the companies are taking advantage of the desperation of the people. My father is still unsure how we will survive. When we finally got there after traveling through the scorching heat, our so called home was way smaller than we expected. It was so tiny that the bed took up have of the house and the kitchen took up the other half. We went to the kitchen to get water and found out that we would have to pay first to get water. Now the only thing left was hope. We hoped that my family would get work, but it did not look possible. Hopefully we would get settled but till then hope was our friend and for many others as well.

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As I wake up in the morning, my window is completely covered in sand. "I knew this would happen soon," I whispered to myself. The Great Green Wall project had failed, and now the Sahel was almost as gone as the Sahara.

My mom comes in my room and says, "Get out of bed and start packing your things, we're moving farther south."

"But mom, we don't even have a car! How are we going to get anywhere farther south?"

"We have no other option," she said, "Now get up and stop arguing."

Once I finished packing and got downstairs, everyone was ready to go. I knew as we started our long journey, we were just a few of the millions of other people migrating down south, with no idea what will come next.

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My grandmother used to tell me stories about it, when the land wasn't always desert. About something called, "The green wall", which collapsed when our government did. But now, our entire neighborhood has been run over with sand. I woke up one day to my mothers voice. "Wake up, we have to go down to greener land." Greener land? what would that even look like? Would it just be the sand but greener? I had to rush downstairs, where I saw it. Thousands, no Millions of people all going the same direction. Some were carrying things. Others were just "going with the flow." And sooner enough I was about to join them. We were walking for hours, days, weeks? It felt like time wasn't even moving... until, I saw it. what my grandmother told me about, "the green wall," or at least the remnants of it. Now is just looked like a pile of shrubs, just like the one we had at home. Or the one we used to have. Then, I saw it. An ocean of green trees.

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I have to move to Nigeria. I don't even know the culture and the people. I will be very isolated. I hate looking back at my old home and seeing it in cracks like the ground is. I have no idea what is ahead of me. I look up in the sky, and see nothing but blue, that how dry it is. The next time it will probably rain is in 5 months. This is an example of what life is like today in Chad.

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I remember the grasslands. The animals thriving, the birds chirping, everything being in harmony. What happened. The only thing I see is just sand. Everything is gone. I stand there with my family as we realized that our land shall soon be gone. "It's over. The land we once knew as a paradise is gone." My dad said with tears in his eyes. "We're gonna have to go to Nigeri-" "No!" I yelled angrily at my elder brother. "Are we really gonna leave everything behind! All the memories, all the joys, everything, just like that?" "Listen this is hard for everyone but-" "But what!" I interupted my mom with. "There's nothing we can do! The joy you see is gone! Everything is gone! If you wanna still have a home in the next few years then we're going to Nigeria." She yelled back in frustration. ". . ." There was nothing I, or anyone could do now. The only thing we can do is to move forward and to start a new journey. It will be hard, we will have to start from scratch, but in the end, that is the only path that awaits us.

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When the Great Green Wall project was abandoned, the Sahara Desert expanded its way through the Sahel. Which made it hard for me and my family to live peacefully. This meant I had to leave and live somewhere towards the south. During the trip there were a lot of people moving also. As we went to a different area to live it was hard to understand the languages other citizens spoke, which was hard to fit in, but I hope me and my family could fit in.

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August 10th, 2045. I was packing.We were moving from our home in Northern Sudan to the south. Everything, buried in sand and despair. "Mama, can I bring my books?" I pleaded. "No, pack only the essentials. We wont be coming back." I looked back to see a grim, war-torn face. I wanted to stay here, with my friends but nothing was left. Sand covered our entire field.What was once flourishing crops withered into dust and death. I grabbed my cloth, which reminded me of home and stuffed as much as I could grasp onto. I looked back to see my mom, tear struck. "Mama don't cry," I said wiping her tears. "Its all gone.Everything we had," She sobbed. Me and Mama grabbed what was left of our once home and moved to our new future. I grabbed her hand and we walked. Day after day. I saw other people walking too. Maybe they are also moving too.I pointed to the rising sun, our new home. Our new future.

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This is a note for Eugene Dingleburger The Third,Timmy Bartholemew James The Thirteen, and everyone else that attends Niger Middle School tomorrow I will become one of the millions of people that are migrating South from the Sahel region of Africa. My parents have some family that we can stay with down south towards the rainforest. I'm sure that everyone knows why after the news of the great green wall project and all other projects like it being shut down because of border disputes desertification has become almost unstable and it is said that by the time I'm a adult it might even reach the rainforest. My mom said that I will have to learn a lot of new customs she said that we may even become transfer to the Bantu ethnic group. I will miss all of you my friends I will make sure to tell you all about whatever place I go to, Goodbye, Sincerely

- Demicreus Barthemelow James Timmey Eguine The Fourthieth

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I stand in front of my home, looking up from the ground and seeing a dusty, covered in beige snow house.

My mother grabs my hand and leads me out of our village. Everyone has left already. We walk towards a shuttle that will lead us south. Papa doesn't know what we will do, he doesn't have a job anymore, and I don't have a school anymore.

"Is this true papa? That our people and we can't stay here any more?"

He stays silent, trying not to give me much information.

My sister, absolutely oblivious to the situation is fussing, she wont see her friends no more.

"We are driving to the Great Green Wall, Christopher. That is enough information for you." He exclaims.

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I used to go with my dad that used to be a thriving field but now, not only is it not thriving but the Sahara's now pushing us. "We can't stay here anymore we have to move to another country south," my dad says to my mom while I overhear them. My mom reply's," But what about everything here, your job, our house, our son's education?"" That doesn't matter if we don't stay alive then what's the point of all of this stuff. It's better to just go south and hope for the best." Says the dad in a aggressive tone. My mom reply's," but what country and how are you going to get another job, a new house, and a admit our son to another school with barely any money." "We'll figure stuff out there but we must move even if other thousands of people do to." Said my dad in a silent tone. My mom hesitates and starts to packing.

(I know I'm not a good writer)

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The Sahara desert was expanding rapidly the villages getting buried in sand. Nice rich soil dried up with cracks and later got replaced with the sand ,and more and more resources were hard to get. We had no choice but to immigrate south so we could have richer soil to farm. Mom stated that this was a major problem that needed to be fixed when migrating out of the Sahel we saw this green wall towards the end. We asked what this is to one of the people out there and they told us, "that this is the green wall project and that it is used to put an end to desertification." We decided to stay there and help out since we were farmers , we helped plant to repair the desert.

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I walked among the sand dunes of what used to be my village. My family all buried after the last sandstorm. I was one of the few survivors. "We need to start heading south, before another sandstorm comes," states Quandale. "If we go down south, maybe we'll find refuge." I knew at that moment, even if the journey is hard, me and my team could reach safety. "We need to go fast. I see a storm brewing in the distance," says Gurt. There were no other options, south was the only way to go.

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We traveled for miles looking for just a source of water,walked ten just to reach a small village to stay in for the night,ever since the green wall initiative failed hundreds of thousands have died trying to make it to anywhere but here,from starvation and thirst,now all I have is my dog named Bartholomew to keep me company, while I walk to the next refugee center we might not make it to if they lose funding In the next 5-6 months,hopefully we make it to uh somalia its by the coast and hopefully very nice 👍

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As me and my family walk away from what was once a beautiful land, which is now dead, sandy, and malnourished. Me and my happy family once lived in a thriving area called the Sahel, I had many friends in school and communities for my culture and religion. Unfortunately the Great Green Wall never worked out. Our communities were doing pretty well on helping to plant more trees to decrease deforestation. But since our government is having too many issues and money throughout Africa is getting worse and worse, they decided to abandon the project and let the Sahara desert grow towards us. As we walk through the heavily packed crowd I get anxious and think about how I need to make brand new friends, how I should try to fit in the south, and where will me and my family live where we will be packed like sardines in a can. Now as we the people from the Sahel move towards the south, neither do we know what will happen, nor when.

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I wake up looking out the door I see nothing but sand and dust. I looked at my dad he said "Its all gone!" I look up at my mom she said "We need to go somewhere else" I say "where" she sighs and walks along. I had no choice so started to walk along the patches of sand. Once we stopped I Saw no green and had to live like this.

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at first I was exited the school was buried, it would probably be months before I had to go back. then I turned around and what I saw made my heart stop. the farm I grew up in, my tree house, my home, even my bedroom all buried as cammile my family camel struggles to get out of the sand along with all the cow, pigs, chicken, etc. I and them were the lucky ones I went camping with my little sister today and wasn't here mostly everyone was buried. then I saw it blowwing in the wind my moms old hat she wore everyday. I don't remember how long I cried it felt like an eternity, maybe it was. the I noticed something inside the hat was about 563,762.20 CFA I grabbed my little sisters hand I told her "mommy and daddy aren't comming back I'll probably take care of you from now on stay close we might get lost in the crowd" then we walked pushing through the huge crowd of people trying to get through it could have been days weeks month even years since we left. the today we saw light. everyone pushed and shoved to get through and I lost my sisters hand "MARIE!!!!" I cried there was no way I was losing anyone else I pushed pass the crowd sweat down my face begging someon anyone to see my sister again. soon the crowd cleared and I saw her shaking on the groud crying. "Djamila don't leave me again please" I hugged her "don't worry it'll be over soon but there's no way will survive here there's so many people will never find jobs or housing mom and dad left us a lot of money we need to get a plane maybe leave the conenit but don't worry will always have each other I'll be with you the whole time im never letting you go again" and with that we left to find the airport. the ticket cost 112,752.44 CFA but it was worth it when we got on the plane and Marie got her Delta airline cookies it was the first time I'd seen her smile since we left. when we got to America the lady at the front desk took one look at us and sent us to the American orphanage there we lived for 2 or 3 years before finally getting adopted by Mr beast and I kept my promise and never left Marie's side.

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After the failure of the Great Green Wall project twenty years ago, the once lush green fields are now barren soil. My parents and I set on a long journey down south, toward the cities. I knew we would join the millions of refugees, and food and land would become a luxury that you can only imagine owning. I glanced back north where home, which was already swallowed by the desert.

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Following the expansion of the Sahara Desert, we were left with no option but to relocate. I now live in Niger, and everything has gone downhill since then. My parents work all day with little income, I have no companions, food has become a luxury these days as well. The place we moved to is full of people who are a different religion.

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I was playing soccer outside with my friends, when my mother called me inside. When I enter the house my mom looks tired, and exhausted. "We are migrating, we can no longer stay here the land has no nutrients for use to grow any plants. We will leave in the morning tomorrow going south." I stand in front of her a process what she just said. I turn my head to face the farm, my dad is looking at the farm with disappointment. The seeds that he had tried to grown for a month have not even yet sprouted. I turn back to my mom and take a minute to understand what will happen. We will have to become part of the millions of refugees. There would be no peace, we would have to fight for water and a place for my father to farm. I look at my friends who see me, they are wondering what is happening. I want to convince my mother and father but I soon understand that I simply cannot do anything and have to leave.

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Twenty years ago in Sudan, sandstorms were not common, bushes and shrubs were scattered around my home, and there were many different species of animals. Now, all of that has changed. Sandstorms occur often, leaving towns and cities in ruins. They've shown no grace and have forced many to leave. When I woke up one morning, I was greeted by my parents who had an unsure look on their faces. "We have something to tell you," my mom spoke "I know you may not be happy with the idea, but it's for the best. The weather is only getting worse and it's not safe to stay," my dad added. I trusted my parents and knew that they only wanted the best for me, so I didn't argue with the idea. I grabbed my most treasured items and walked to the door. "Whatever happens, we're in this together."

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Me and my mom used to live in a beautiful place not far from the Great Green Wall. It was a fantastic place to live by . Then all of a sudden it looks dry and looks like a place you don't want to call home. The ground looks cracked and the sand is drifting. My mom and I took a look around and she said "We have to leave". We saw a town not far from us. We packed our things to leave. We walked into town and we saw a hotel to stay in. We checked in the hotel and turnt on the TV and on the news we saw things about the Great Green Wall being abandoned by other families due to economic crisis and political issues. Now our old home is a place of tears and sadness