Yellow flowered vines crawl through empty window frames and up crumbling brick walls. Electricity poles are slanting along the road, cables hanging dead from their arms. The sign for Malakal's city council is riddled with bullet holes.
When he visited his village to look for his house in May last year, he was happy to see that it had not been wrecked in the crossfire - but surprised to find it occupied.
The squatters asked him if he wanted his house back, but he said no. Instead, Pakuang asked them to take care of his home until he feels safe enough to resume his old life.
"I told them: please keep it clean and please don't destroy it."