Al Salaam of Wau wowed in Dar-es-Salaam as if Rwanda revenged its genocide on the ‘Baby Nation’!

Tonight, I am mourning till morning! South Sudan is in the news. It is in bad news! Just before the independence of my beloved virgin republic, let me linguistically cuddle and romance her as “The Baby Nation”, we were in the Media, not because of the monotonous mediation in Addis-(sounds like accident in Arabic)-Ababa, but for wrong reports. I mean, before the first Grand Birth Day, we were in the news as looters (of our own), and after the celebration, just as we are about to start the deliberation on what’s next, we are in the news as losers! From looters to losers just in one month? Wadioooo!!

As I completed reading how Rwanda’s APR (God knows what this French Abbreviation is) wowed our Wau Al Salaam Football Club in Dar-es-Salaam stadium, Facebookers of doom recklessly threw in another shocker. In fact, some of the comments were out of frustration as seen in this single bomb dropped in by one Wing Attack, who survived heart attack on hearing this news: “fuck #tpf is corrupt!”, he shouted online.

Immediately, Wing Attak was joined by his fellow here, lamenting on a different style of corruption, “Sorry Nancy. You’ve tried, we have vote many many times for you to remain in there but unfortunately we were defeated cos we are few in this country (Kenya) and most of the South Sudanese are full of ignorance……bye bye bye and safe journey to Juba!” (Gabriel Mabior Arok).

Wow! Wau Al Salaam dejected in Dar-es-Salaam on July 14, 2012 in Cecafa Cup

But really, is this corruption? It seems we, South/Sudanese, are addicted to creating scapegoats even in areas where goats do not go grazing. Why the hell would someone think our representative in the Talent Search (Tusker Fame Project or TFP5) in Kenya lost due to corruption? For your information — and from your imagination — , now that we have moved a distance away from the proverbial Khartoum that used to give us bad luck even if it was a village girl who failed to get suitors as she was not suitable for men, we shall turn our blames on other cities such as Nairobi and Dar-es-Salaam, for our own misfortune.

Nancy’s eviction at the TPF5’s house aside, allow me to shift the post of our trademark blame game and excuses from this innocent Kenya’s capital city to another innocent one, Dar-es-Salaam of Tanzania, where Rwanda butchered the South Sudanese Wau-based, police-dominated and one-man nominated club to represent our one year-old baby republic in international public such as the Cecafa Cup tournament. Why did we lose 7:0 to Rwanda? Were we bewitched by the famous East African doctors or switched by the in/famous match-fixers of the world game? One of the reasons is here. The Al Salaam Wau coach tries to console himself and convince us, thus, to BBC Sport.

“It was a very good game – our players weren’t in good condition as we travelled from/to Juba by car,” Sebit Bol Chol, the coach, said. “We would say that it is lack of experience that we failed to take our five chances, but we hope next time we will do better,” he lamented more excuses on and on. “It is a new country, a new field for them but they managed to do well.The coming game they will improve, they will do something better than this.”

Ati ‘they managed to do well’….by losing 7:0? Ah-men! How about before the match, didn’t the very man say this?

“We are well-prepared. It has taken three months to prepare and when you prepare for a tournament like this, you put in a lot of efforts to perform,” he said. “We have participated in many great matches before.” The police club coach bragged, even the more, “We used to go to the north where we sometimes played Al Merreikh and Al Hilal, and facing such big teams is a proof that we can participate here and get what we are looking forward to. I am sure we will go beyond the first stage.” So???

And what pains me more is the fact that he said we, all the citizens in all our sexes and ages, were happy and proud of them… before they made it. What a lie! For me, I was not happy. Because I had never seen them in Khartoum Stadium beating Al…sort of…if not the ‘carbon copy’ al Merreikh types that we inherited with Arabic language and Arab football style after independence.

The coach misrepresented us like this, counting his chicks before they were hatched. “The government, citizens and youth are happy to see their players playing in the Cecafa,” said Sebit Bol Chol. “We are happy that it is Salaam here to represent South Sudan. We are grateful for this opportunity. What I can say is that we will show discipline on the pitch, and God willing we will get good results.” Amen! They got them, an egg-like figure sitting inferiorly beside 7, scored by the Rwandese genocide survivors.

As if that is not enough, where is that discipline when the team captain himself misfired a goalkeeperless net? The Rwanda’s APR French coach laid it bare here. “Their best chance was wasted by their captain Khamis Leon in the 60th minute, when he beat APR keeper Jean Claude Ndoli only for his well-taken shot to bounce off the crossbar.” And the rival coach ironically began to coach our team, “They have some good players in the team, but they have to play more and more to get better,” he said. Needless to say our football needs to be overhaul in terms of membership and selection if we want to win next time. You may continue reading the full news story from the BBC here:

I am sorry if I have unpatriotically bombarded my debutants (first ever team) with WMD or words of most distraction, which are like Weapons of Mass Destruction that Ahmadinejad is braying to send to Hijlij (Heglig) or USA. However, my barrage of rage is justified by the fact that the football teacher did not only influence our nepotic nation with an unjustified Khartoum-based CV (resume) to select him and his team to represent our nascent, but also did a lot of talking instead of kicking. He forgot that footballers should speak with their legs, not their mouths. Dear Mr. Bol, next time, teach your policemen and schoolboys to develop long legs instead of long tongues. Hope my coaching here, which is phenomenal, will not be taken personal like the anti-corruption letters. This time, we should play good football, not food-ball.

As I wind up, we, South Sudanese, should bear in mind every time we are going for a contest that winning referendum, meaning winning independence for a new nation, is not an eternal licence to win, win and win every time we are in the field. It is not that if we drew our first home-based friendly with our sympathizing neighbour on our first anniversary of freedom win, we are immune internationally. No, not that. Never ever like that! So as we won the game on January 9 and July 9, let us not be such cult patriots to believe that our land that the Bible made us believe to be flowing with milk and honey, and money, too, (wapi!?) is an everlasting champion of the world. It does not mean that. But it means trying hard, trying harder, trying like the SPLA until somebody gave us our rights on a silver plate.

Nevertheless, I hear the tournament is not yet over. Maybe, let’s hope so, the Wau-naharis may come home with that 30,000-dollar-worth trophy. Inshallah!

I once condemned Al Bashir on such saying and baying, on such braying and praying for the blood of an unseen enemy, especially in football, which is not like Hijlij and the Omdurman TV’s doctored pictures. This condemnation is found on a poem found in my almost expired anthology, composed in 2008, The Black Christs of Africa, as seen below:


Poem 76


Croco-dialed Tears (II): Tributes to the Nile Crocodiles


Triple Loss in the Africa Cup of Nations


Week I: Zambia versus Sudan; three – nil!

Week II: Egypt versus Sudan; three – nil!

Week III: Cameroon versus Sudan; three – nil!


Why thrice: nil – nil – nil?!

‘Cause Arabic calls Nile Nil

So the Nile Crocodiles

Are the Nil Crocodiles.


Can Mr. President please kneel

And explain why the crocodiles of El Nil

Are found only on the northern part of the Nile

Or far away from the southern part of the Nile?


This, the first way of making our peace ultra-active,

Is the best way of making our unity extra-attractive!


Triple Loss in the Africa Chair of Nations


2006: Congo versus Sudan: one – nil!

2007: Ghana versus Sudan: one – nil!

2008: Tanzania versus Sudan: one – nil!


Why thrice: nil – nil – nil?!

’Cause Jesus justifiably says,

First remove the log from your own eye

Then remove the speck from your brother’s eye.


Can Mr. President please kneel to Africa

And explain how Sudan will save the rest of Africa

When the rests of Africa are not able to save Sudan?

When the rests of the world are not able to save Sudan?


This, the first way of dealing with hyper hypocrisy,

Is the best way of dealing with hypo democracy!


Relevant Quote

I called off his players’ names as they came marching up the steps behind him … All nice guys. They’ll finish last. Nice guys. Finish last.

Leo Durocher (1905 – 1991)

U.S. baseball player.

Remark at a baseball field, July 1946.

Nice Guys Finish Last


Poem 75


Our National Foodbowl Championship



Goes the starting whistle,

For the champing champions to wrestle,

Kicking the dust up and down,

Tossing the bowl here and there,


From chimp to champ

From county to country

From intra-national

To international



Our politi-called football championship,

That costs a million dollar a goal,

For which every striker strives for personal scores,

With golden trophies to decorate individuals’ rooms,

Is on full swing this season.


Our nation-all foodball match,

A game with fatal knockout of the weak,

The socio-politically unconnected part-tease-fans;

A game where participation is on no technical know-how,

Where qualification is only on tactical know-who,

Is on full swing this season.


That is our so-called social game of unity,

Of unity in units,

At which Man-chaser United

Foodbowl Club

Clutch, clash and crash

With Liver-full

Foodbowl Club.


 Relevant Quote

The world is divided into people who do things and people who get the credit. Try, if you can, to belong to the first class. There’s far less competition.

Dwight Whitney Morrow (1873 – 1931)

U.S. diplomat and politician.

Letter to his son