11 month old Boat, pictured within a mosquito net in his family's shelter in Mingkaman IDP camp. The child was born on board a ferry that was packed with about 80 other people, all fleeing fighting. The vessel's engine's had cut out leaving the passengers with no shade from the fierce sun and adrift on the River Nile, and at that moment a very heavily-pregnant Martha Adir's waters broke. 'Of course if I could have planned things, I would not have planned it like that,' Martha says with a chuckle. 'But what was I to do? It was the time to deliver the baby and everyone knows, you cannot stop that once it has begun.' Her husband was with her, but she laughs long and hard when asked if he helped. 'No, there were others, ladies, strangers mostly, who lay me down and brought me towels and water and helped me,' she says, after her laughter passes. 'I was lucky, it did not take long, and soon the baby was born.' It was a boy, a healthy, strong son that she quickly named Boat, in honour of how and where he first came into the world.