LITERARY LETTER TO G4: SOUTH SUDAN, THE NATION IN ‘DARKNESS AT NOON’, THE NOVEL…!
LETTER TO THE ‘G4’ (FORMER SPLM POLITICAL DETAINEES)
Hoping that you will be out soon, because you are innocent, allow me to send you this poem and a book review dedicated to you in your prison cells. I know you will not read it now, but of course, you already are experiencing the book live right now. This is the poem (Letter to P.O.E.M) and the book review that I posted for you on a Good Friday: April 18, 2014. Please, receive my Lenten lantern of greetings and know that the truth will set you free…!
Letter to P.O.E.M.
Lt. Gen. Majak,
I write to you in this political poem,
From your four name initials: POEM,
Wondering why he’d chase to chastise
You in his own kangaroo court of justice!
So Pagan is now our party’s political pagan?
But they in 1997 shouted ‘Oyai Oyee!’ in Yei.
Yes, there is that future to hijack in Majack,
Yet, we’ve the last laugh with Ezekiel: Lol!
The world knows it’s their political reason
Now graduated into your poetical treason,
But it won’t keep you long in the gaol
For it bears that wrongly crafted goal!
I know you are mere small scapegoats
After the big goat is allowed to escape.
May their gallows pass not near your throats!
May the poetic justice change the landscape!
From my book: ‘THE BLACK CHRISTS OF AFRICA’, enjoy the first two poems here (written almost 10 years ago before this mess i.e. dedicated to the Heroes and christs of the first war of liberation, not these tribal heroes):
THE BLACK CHRISTS OF AFRICA
You, O saviours, I salute,
With due honours absolute
To you, whether here on earth,
Or who weather there in the hearth.
No vain salvation with blood.
We the heirs of your vein flood
Believe our crises have been atoned
By you our Christs that have been stoned.
Being black is not being blank.
Our Herods crucified our heroes,
But their Bloc can’t block the Black.
Hail Jesuses, to heaven your souls sail,
But Hell Judases, to oven your souls sell;
As we, here in Africa, err,
Remain heir in a free care,
Our Martyrs, it’s you we owe,
Our murder land, it’s we you awe,
Our Motherland, it’s you we own.
“I don’t mind if my life goes in the service of the nation. If I die today every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation.”
Indira Gandhi (1917 – 1984)
Indian Prime Minister.
Said the night before she was assassinated.
THE BLOOD DONORS OF AFRICA
The donors of blood
Are redeemers of life
Of patients who cry flood
In bitter search for sweet life…
Till they breathe last—get floored
On their earth deathbeds, they strive.
He who drains a vein
To irrigate your dry life
Is no daring saviour in vain.
Our land is a hospital of strife,
Where a scarlet bannered war van
Is burned with a million donors of life.
Blood is the cocoon of life
And they who do offer blood,
Do donate with it their own life.
So the rivers and floods of blood,
With their multitudes of Christly life,
Have redeemed our dear beloved Bilad
“The struggle for black freedom has been tied to their history by cords of anguish and rivers of blood.”
Vincent Harding (1931 – )
The Other American Revolution
RECAP OF THE NOVEL
In November 2003, I sat for my A’ Level (Advanced Level or S. 6) examination papers in literature on many books but ONE. This one is the noble novel of my whole literary class’s set books, ‘Darkness at Noon’, by a Russian political commentator, Arthur Koestler. Why should I remember that book? From the title, Darkness at Noon, down to the last page, it discusses the Salva Kiir’s ‘democratic’ South Sudan as vividly as it does the Joseph Stalin’s communist Russia in the early days of the 20th Century. This is what I wrote on my mock exam question paper that required a candidate to relate the novel to their expectations (past, present and future).
“My interest in the ‘Darkness at Noon’ is this. I am afraid that the reformed former communist rebel leadership of the SPLM (Bolsheviks of the Sudan), which will, in the near future, be converted into a full government administering a pupal nation wriggling out of its sticky cocoon from Khartoum, would disappoint us,” reads one of my answer sheets from the mock exams in the August of my final year in 2003. Did I prophetically see anything in my high school literature class? Wait, you will confirm this as you go through the novel’s detailed recap as follows.
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