Kiir Says: Change Your (whose?) Behaviour to Kick AIDS out of South Sudan!
When President Salva Kiir rebuked the nation on the International World AIDS Day at Dr. Garang Mausoleum (Independence Square) on December 1, “Change your behaviour…!”, the fore fingers were flying here and there, mostly between the youth and the elders. So who should change what first? Who is responsible for spreading AIDS in South Sudan?
Before we heed to that caution and answer that question, first check, are you sure you are not one of the 128,000+ South Sudanese living with HIV/AIDS in 2011? How do/not you know that? (Watch this space for a full analysis tomorrow as I go for more research tonight…..).
However, while waiting for a full analysis of the president’s speech on AIDS, Click this link to answer the elders’ part of the question as we wait for the youth’s: http://www.gurtong.net/Forum/tabid/81/forumid/92/postid/46141/scope/posts/Default.aspx
Meanwhile, consider these poems from the health chapter of my poetry book, The Black Christs of Africa, Chapter 8: Health Best, Wealth Rest.
The Lethal Penisillean Injection!
Yet it’s injected.
It’s all lethal,
Yet it isn’t rejected.
Like a single dose of Penicillin V,
In an antibiotic vial,
This simple toss of penis-ill-lean v,
An un-antibody virus,
Hysterically doused with sweet injection,
Eventually roused with bitter interjection,
Ends in fatal infection,
Hence in total rejection.
This delicious vaccination,
Regarded as malicious abomination,
Regretted with social discrimination,
Is all over the nation.
AIDS obliges people to think of sex as having, possibly the direst of consequences: suicide. Or murder.
Susan Sontag (1933 – 2004)
AIDS and its Metaphors
The WWW III
The whole world in a woe war,
It has been in it for millennia.
But that is a lie by the media,
It was not a real worldwide war.
We’re in the worst world war
Ever thought—never fought
By all countries caught and taught.
The third world war
Is ageless and sageless,
Statusless and stateless,
Classless and sexless,
Religionless and regionless.
It’s even a dotcom warfare
That attacks the intellectual geniuses,
And spreads faster than internet viruses.
Of the WWW III, aka Aids, beware!
If art is to confront AIDS more honestly than the media have done, it must begin intact, avoid humor and end in anger.
Edmund White (1940 – )
n to Your Grave!
Once you consume: you assume:
One second of your age – one million kilometres to your grave.
One minute of your age – one hundred thousand km to your grave.
One hour of your age – ten thousand kilometres to your grave.
One day of your age – one thousand kilometres to your grave.
One week of your age – one hundred kilometres to your grave.
One month of your age – ten kilometres to your grave.
One decade of your age – one kilometre to your grave.
One generation of yr age – one metre to your grave.
One century of your age – one centimetre to your grave.
One meal of your day – one million kilometres to your grave.
One day of hunger – one hundred thousand km to your grave.
One stick of cigarette – ten thousand kilometres to your grave.
One bottle of alcohol – one thousand kilometres to your grave.
One bite of mosquito – one hundred kilometres to your grave.
One incident of accident – ten kilometres to your grave.
One shot of bullet – one kilometre to your grave.
One doze of HIV – zero kilometres to your grave.
One huddled bundle of all – one hurdle jump to your grave!
For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a sigh.
The days of our life are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years,
Yet their boast is labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Psalms 90: 9, 10, 12.