South Sudan at Heart

RUMBEK, WAS ONCE A MAGNIFICENT PLACE! NOW A HAVEN FOR REVENGE KILLINGS. By: Abraham Daljang Maker RUMBEK, WAS ONCE A MAGNIFICENT PLACE! NOW A HAVEN FOR REVENGE KILLINGS. By: Abraham Daljang Maker The bullet hit right into his skull; he collapsed onto the ground. He glared fixedly at his assailant; if he were alive, his first question would be, "you have wounded me; what have I done to you, my dear bother?" but his lifeless body lay stretched on the ground, eyes fixed towards the goon as if he would plead not to be reshot, Alas! He is gone; he died for the wrong he didn't do.  The attacker turned his back, swung Kalashnikov's Automatic Rifle over his shoulder, and walked away in broad daylight. And nothing happened, no arrest, no one even pursued him, but all you would hear were children and women wailing on top of their voices, asking God what they had done to deserve that. A few hours later, it's reported that Mr X was shot and killed by an unknown gunman. ...

Arrogance and war minded are the birthmarks of South Sudanese Published 5/25/2016. By: Abraham Daljang Maker Jr You won’t realise how your house is messed up until you step aside! If you are a south Sudanese who has one day stepped out of the country, you must have heard some of these words.   After a few minutes of turbulence in the air which would rearrange your intestines and make your bowel almost throw in the towel in despair, the plane finally touched the ground at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Behind the immigration desk in the arrival lounge, there was this face which I first mistook to be of a beautiful woman. But, gosh! It is a man, a beautiful man; describing him as a handsome man would be an underrated remark. With a cheerful smile, he stamped my passport and waved me off. At the exit door, this woman was holding a large placard in her hand with the inscription of my name in large letters; how on earth did she get my full name written correctly? A...

  Could this be the final nail on the coffin of South Sudan’s economy? Are some of the events in 2015 to be blamed?? By: Abraham Daljang Maker 2015 is just a few clock ticks away from us, and 2016 is in its final installation. Telecom companies are no longer friends on the pretext of currency devaluation; phone calls on customers are unbearable. Thus, talking on the phone becomes optional. Food is scarce in the market and expensive. South Sudanese pound puts on tatters begging American dollar for 18.5 only. Clans’ clashes in former states of Warrap and Lakes plus cattle raiding were on the front pages of newspapers in Juba and top stories in most local radio stations. Several presidential Decrees, aka. “Degrees” by ordinary members of the society were also dominant on South Sudan’s Television. Beneficiaries were so jubilant with “degrees” while the victims of the “degrees” walked home with scornful faces. There were a lot of rebellions and road attacks that occurred in the...

It must be Love By: Abraham Daljang Maker It was a small gathering, our eyes met; that tender and innocent look made me smile a little in order to see the response. Eyes lighted up and smiled back with rather fearful face and as white as snow, those teeth and beautiful eyes made me feel confused. In a different world of love My heart raced and I felt this terrible pounding in my heart. As if my ribcage would blow off, I could feel the force against my ribs and the sound of heart beat was unbearable. Buh! Bum! Bum! Bum… was the sound I would hear as my heart either danced or drumming its own music. There was this hot vaporization coming out of my head, I felt as if my brain would be exploding any time. Something like volcanic magma would flow out, and I kept touching my head thinking that I would touch the lava flowing out. Given a chance, to iron your clothes with my head, you would do it with a lot of ease because my coconut structure was as hot as a coal. I would not tel...

Dear God, you know why you created a man with different colour of skin...By:   Abraham Daljang Maker. Dear God, sometimes I feel some pain when we the  humanbeing  forsake your way and go on our own way. You know how  why you created us, and we all have a purpose to fulfil on this earth. Dear God  you know why you created us with different colour of skin.... No one has ever seen you, only your son Jesus was seen by man but none of us has ever seen you. I know you created us in your own image, whether black, white, green, brown or red. The  Bible tells us that we're all created in your likeness. Dear God you know why you created us with different colour of skin... With this in mind, I belive that we are your children, we are all created by you and in your own image  I belive that the image does not exclude the colour of our skin. This means that you are multi-coloured superbeing,  I believe you are white, black, brown,  red or even g...

I am unhappy child, don’t despise me   By: Abraham Daljang Maker I am going to be 4 years old by 9 th July, this is also the time when my country got her independent. After I gave my mother a long labour for about 55 year or so, I was born at last. I saw the light and my parents rejoiced, they never bothered about the years of pang I have inflicted on my dear mother. I am unhappy child, don’t despise me. In my mother’s womb, I never thought I would suffer, tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw my beautiful face gazing up at her. She kissed my cheeks and murmured these words, “I love you my child and I will not think about the pain I went through for all these years.” By coincident, the whole world seemed to have noticed my arrival in the world, as if they were in the same labour pain as my own mother went through, they also joined in celebrating my birth. I thought I was going to be a celebrity, but I was mistaken. The dime light at the end of the tunnel grew...

South Sudanese Children have become the grasses that suffer in the current political upheaval. By: Abraham Daljang Maker “When the brothers fight to death, a stranger inherits their father’s estate,” Ibo proverb. As I open this piece with this proverb, I am sure you will be able to understand what I am insinuating. Since the current crisis unfolded in this country on 15 th December 2013, children continue to be the victims of the circumstances. There are many visible signs that make one almost break down into tears because these innocent souls don’t deserve all these untold sufferings. Somewhere in Unity state, Jonglei state, Upper Nile state, Lakes, Warrap and the protection of civilians’ sites and IDPs sites across the country; one cannot help seeing Children’s beseeching eyes for mercy. They are suffering from all the ramifications of the current conflicts which they don’t have the slightest hint.  Hunger, acute malnutrition, diseases, rape, and torture both ...