CONGRATULATIONS TO ZAIN: KOLMAREK IS NOW ‘CALLMAREK’ BOMA; THE REAL MEANING OF TAKING TOWNS – NOT TALKING TOWNS – TO OUR PEOPLE!


Even if tied on our 'thou' trees, what I want by the end of the day is I must hear the sound 'Hello' in my village.

Even if tied on our ‘thou’ trees, what I want by the end of the day is I must hear the sound ‘Hello’ in my village.

My boma is called Kolmarek. From now on, at last, at least, I call it CALLmarek, because I can now call up some Col. Marek Makur* (a pseudonym) of the ORP (Operation Restore Peace, Jonglei, only stationed in my village for dis/armament), or dial my chief…like this:

“Alou, alou! Kon-dït, cï we tom ruɔ̈në? Ye ɣɔk keedë cïï Bɛ̈ɛ̈r ke jɔr wäär?” as that is the only communication we, self-imposed urbanites, always call home for. “How many cows raided or people killed…blah, blah, lah, ah…!” Stop it, stupid!

Thanks to Zain Network for ‘taking Juba to my village’. That is what makes good citizenship. If my ‘Book Expo and Talent Awards’ event was not ‘force-poned’ from taking place on 31-1-13 (yesterday), the same time you launched y/our network in my boma, I would give you that service delivery heroes’ awards christened “The CitiZainship Award”. I could even modify it further for taking part of your ‘city service’ to my village and call it ‘The CityZainship Award”. Wait, this was just postponed but will still take place on our usual day: December 12…

This is a symbol of quality service, at least for The CitiZainship Award awaiting Zain on December 12.

This is a symbol of quality service, at least for The CitiZainship Award awaiting Zain on December 12.

Whereas the villain’s award would go to my politicians who have been busy ‘talking towns to the people’ since the prophecy was released to be realized immediately around 2005, God bless Dr. John Garang de Mabior with a ‘Good Citizenship Award’ in heaven as well as on earth here or in the hearth there i.e. in history. God blast those who reverse his impressive vision and replace it with their own subversive mission.  May He give them this ‘Cheatizenship Award’, and have them tied tightly to it— both in heaven and on earth or even in the hearth. Amen!

The difference between ‘taking towns to people’ and ‘talking towns to people’ is that the action verb ‘taking’ means delivering services physically whereas the latter, ‘talking’ means delivering services orally; say, politically. The latter is the character of the today’s SPLM (Sudan Peoples’ Liberation Movement) politicians of the ‘Reap-public of Source Sudan’. They preach water and drink wine. Like Jesus says, “They filter out mosquitoes and swallow camels”. They leave the big logs of corruption in they eyes and rush to pick specks of correction out of the eyes of critics. They take towns (tall buildings) through huge bank transfers to East Africa and beyond and then go and ‘talk tall buildings’, including an imaginary Ramciel, to our still waiting people. Or simply, they do not necessarily go to talk to them there, lest they are quizzed and squeezed in person by the people they represent; they do it on TVs and Radios these days.

Rumours had it around last time that Chiir Mayar (as my mother calls y/our president, Salva Kiir Mayardit, in her heavy Bor accent) failed to make it to Kolmarek, his ‘boma-in-law’, due to looming insecurity. Yea, lack of network to make a phone call to Chief Majok Akuak to confirm when the cattle raiders last crossed or were sighted that end, was declared a UN’s level 4 insecurity by his security boys…or something of that kind.

When I say his boma-in-law, I mean ‘Pathuɔɔu de’, which is called Abɔudit section (or Pagɔ̈l Clan in particular), that occupies Kolmarek Boma of Jalle Payam in Bor County are his ‘people-in-law’. Mind you, when I say ‘in-law’, I mean in our own customary law, not in-the-law sense of the current Transitional Constitution of South Sudan. So how important is that to our president of the Republic? It is important because the late Achol Philip Nhial, the president’s second wife, is not only a mother of Kiir’s children but also a heroine of the SPLA Katipa Banat or Girls’ Battalion martyrs. Katipa Banat are not only remembered for having delivered smart boys and girls now making the seeds of the new nation, but it is they who delivered their men in the frontlines out of physical fatigue, psychological madness characterised by hunger, sex hangover or sexual hysteria, homesickness, and the like.

I hope those who were with us during those days when it rained fire and brimstone would stand and understand with me why the SPLA/M are (if so) the only rebels in the history of the contemporary world’s revolutions that have not been accused of abusing sex or using rape as a tool of war, hence a gross human rights violation. Yes, the Achols of the Banat battalions, the battle lionesses behind the battle lions, were handy to supply not only ammunitions, ambrae (dry kissra) but also wet kiss-raha (call it love pills if you like)! Yes, this reminiscence is true indeed. And if it were not, then let Kiir Mayardit or Kiir Garang-dit or Louis Lobong dare to say no to this nostalgia of mine!

I do not mean that Kolmarek should be treated special by the president. At least, I saw some vague (not fake) list of the Dura saga and there is no name from that side. So, Mr. President is now cleared of nuclear nepotism from the in-law of the other side of ‘Kiir de Nail’ (not Kiir de Nhial or nail but Nile River in my language). I mean the current laws must not erode our traditional values. For instance, Kiir was not born president, he was born just a resident of a certain village, and this should be taken into account. The difference is just but a temporary letter ‘P’! as detailed in my poem taken from ‘The Jonglei Jongleur and 100 Pennets”, as follows: ………………………………………….

Frankly speaking, the state should give him some breathing space such as allowing him to see his relatives in privacy or during his free time. Come on, Mr. Security! Remember you are putting under a sort of house arrest the father of Anok and Thiik, whose uncles live somewhere outside Juba. In fact, the more the president visits rural areas like Boma boma or Kolmarek boma, for example, that most dreaded animal of yours called ‘Insecurity’ will relocate deeper into the bush. Yes, even the president himself will bear me that witness, unless he has that weakness, too.

What I mean is giving the leader access to his people. The last time I met the president was on December 12, 2006, when I made my group to gate-crash the state house and ‘pull’ statesman out in a blazing sun to make a statement after listening to our complaints, and then to answer our questions as a group of 125 students/pupils coming all the way from Uganda. That rare school-style parade conducted by The Little Doves Choir and ANSUSU (Association of New Sudan United Students in Uganda) in front of the office of the president marked the origin of the project known then as ‘Students’ Fee Supplement Funds, later to be called ‘scholarship’ and grabbed away from our hands by a ‘committee’ in the Ministry of Education that saw millions of dollars taken to – and retaken from – East Africa.

I am still talking about taking towns to people; in different ways, including getting access to our leader/s, be it through Zain Network or ‘Zainab networking’ (secretary), which executive secretary one is hard to come by. The Phase II of the students’ project that the president flagged off that day was ‘the Little Doves Academy’, a talent development school to be built here for repatriating our talent primary school children from East Africa, especially the Little Doves Choir, the pioneer child-musician group leading in South Sudan those days (See this link for more about the Doves: https://weakleak.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/jst0406018.pdf). The follow up to this project was blocked and no committee from the ‘Ministry of Eatducation’ was formed for it as it fetched no immediate quick cash like the scholarship deal that was grabbed and grafted.

Back to the taking-towns-to-the-people vision, in 2008, having failed to access again the President, not even Vice One, my group tried to take their own town (school) to the village in what we thought would be an attractive alternative. I took the ‘little doves’ to tour the villages with a message of peace as a first stage of the project development. Our last destination was Panyagoor, capital of Twic East County. As we passed through Kolmarek, my boma that is bordering Twic East County, one of Kiir’s mothers-in-law passed a very important message to me in a traditional style of communication.

“So you have come home this time? Do you meet ‘Mony-e-Achol’ (Achol’s husband) in your Juba there? We only see you singing Kiir Mayardit fii Juba, Riek Machar Teny fii Juba, Wani Iga fii Juba, Nyandeng Garang fii Juba, (in the song ‘Garang Adanna Horriya’), so when will they just pass through our village like you again?” she asked and I lied to her that we would tell him/them. Did we? No, but yes. I am now telling them, ain’t I?

But the first time, which is the best time, I wanted to pass that Aboudit woman’s message to their son-in-law was by transforming the ignored ‘Little Doves Academy’ into a village school in memory of the late Achol Philip and her husband, our president, Kiir Mayardit. This second school proposal, this time by USTASS (www.ustassgroup.wordpress.com), was to be called ‘Achol and Kiir Primary School’ and built in Kolmarek, Jalle Payam, to be inaugurated by the President, himself. But did it materialize? No! Though there was such a will, there was not such a way as getting an appointment with the president or his family. Not even with Achol’s children, especially her daughter, Anok Achol Philip as in Jonglei or Anok Kiir Mayardit as in Warrap, according to Dinka tradition. I wonder if there would even be an invitation of Jonglei state as an ‘uncle state’ to Anok or Thiik’s wedding one day, God bless them with a good future!

In conclusion, during these days of the so-called lobbying, even telling or seeking the truth would end someone in the classification of a self-seeking lobbyist. For me and my group, we are not lobbying for that or other project this time. We are done! I reveal these series of serious project attempts just because I am no longer following them nor am I now in South Sudan. If Kiir visited his village-in-law this time, he would even be told shocking news that even his brothers-in-law are back to exile because his government has hailed to attack them or has failed to protect them. Of course, be it through their Intelligence or negligence that we, scribes or writers of South Sudan, are on the run for our lives, Kiir’s government is to shoulder the whole boulder of responsibility for the insecurity, including the insecurity that keeps him off his in-laws in the village.

(Again, if I had to run this school project in my village, it would not be this time lest it falls under the ‘Millennium Development Goals 2015’, whoever made it possible to let both RoSS MDGs coincide with the UN MDGs is capable of hijacking our country on its road to Eden!)

Me and my colleague enjoying the remains of MIG23 in Kolmarek, Jalle Payam. This is one of the reasons I left my homeland in 1990, but now, what shameless excuse I am going to give in 2013 for deserting my sweet home. Somebody help answer for me this, please.

Me enjoying the remains of MIG23 in Kolmarek, Jalle Payam. This damn metallic angel of death almost crashed my goatherd’s head in 1988 in my village! Thank God, the head has survived to write this as part of history. This is one of the reasons I left my homeland in 1990, but now, what shameless excuse I am going to give in 2013 for deserting my sweet home? Somebody help answer for me this, please.

Of course, I would not proceed to seek asylum overseas if there were anybody who oversees my security as a citizen of South Sudan. However, having said that, I am not in position of directly applying for an asylum because of one shameful question: The Form! As most of us, former refugees, can still very vividly remember, there is a ‘life history form’ that you are required to fill in, especially the section that asks, ‘Why do you want to leave your country of origin?’. Those days, we used to boldly fill in: “I want to leave my country because Khartoum government or Arab soldiers attacked my village, killed my relatives and took away our means of livelihoods…”, or something of that kind.

Today, what would I fill in that form, now that I am running away from Juba unlike my colleagues from Nuba? In case you don’t know why I will leave, am leaving or have left Juba, watch this space closely for a press release coming up shortly…! (Tomorrow or next…).

But finally, in conclusion, to put it in a nutshell as a last remark, I have to conclude and also to include with such repetitive emphasis as a piece of advice to Mr. President, my former brother-in-law, that even if the today’s SPLM has forgotten Dr. John Garang and his vision of taking towns to the people, even by simply taking a walk through the rural areas as your predecessor used to do, Your Excellency should not forget your relatives and the contributions of your SPLA martyrs such as your comrade-in-love, the late Cdr. Achol Philip Nhial. And by the way, Comrade, Colmarek is now connected to Zain Network. Therefore, the ‘Security’ can now call Col. Marek* (pseudonym) to confirm if there is no insecurity in case some old men invite their son-in-law to visit that village anytime from today. Bye for now.

Callmarek Oyee!

NB: Albeit all other complaints and security fears against these foreign-owned networks, thanks to telecommunication companies for relieving us from the burden of conveying news over long distances by hand couriers or town criers. What a relief that I, now being a refugee, shall only be just dialing my darling instead of using ‘Red Cross connection letters’ that used to take us almost 12 months to get a reply on whether mama or baba are still alive. And what a pity to forgive or forget such a person, or government or ‘gangmen’ that are forcing us from our world’s brand newest citizenship back to our ‘good old days’ of free spoon-feeding, just because we are asking for our rights to feeding ourselves with our own spoons! Give it a second look.

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