I JOIN MABIOR GARANG DE MABIOR, THE ODINGA FAMILY AND OTHERS IN EULOGIZING FIDEL AND OTHERS…!
“Hey, hey, John, you are even here in Pagak? I thought you died the December before our December! I remember those days when you played hide and seek with them in Juba hotels, with ‘Maroum (the late) Lam Chuol Thichuong on your rescue!” said a friend who bumped into me during the Pagak Consultative Conference. I told him it is unfortunately the other friend (Karbino Kolen) who did not survive that game in Juba.
Knowing most of us are dead alive these days in South Sudan, only that it is impractical to hold our own funerals, I just resorted to my usually consolatory Joke about death by Woody Allen. “Every morning, I read the obituaries in newspapers, if I am not there, I carry on (with my usual business).”
Just as I was reading the timeline of events leading to the sudden death of Fidel Rail Odinga, my wife bust into wailing on phone while receiving news of an untimely death of a relative (Anai Anyieth Akon, wife Uncle Deng Pech in Yei/Juba), and then the incessant wailing by Naija actors on death on the screen–all these simultaneously!
Mabior Garang is still mourning his family friend. And this is how the friendship started in the 20th Century…
1- Mzee Oginga Odinga, then Vice President of Kenya lobbied his both (Mzee Jomo Kenyatta) and the government to release the Sudanese imprisoned for 6 months during the Anya-nya 1 days. The prisoners were led by John Garang de Mabior. Odinga gave them protection throughout their days in Kenya.
2- During the SPLM/SPLA war of liberation, Raila Odinga, son to the Jaramogi Oginga Odinga caught up with Dr. John and the family. Mama Rebecca told the congregation yesterday that she used to prepare for him/them special South Sudanese dishes in her house in Nairobi in the early 90s.
3- Mabior Garang de Mabior picked up the familial bond baton with (now the Late) Fidel Odinga (Raila Odinga’s son).
And the following is the account of what happened before the mysterious death (the Kenyan Style) of Fidel Rail Amolo Odinga in the wee hours of Sunday, Jan. 4, 2014…
Continue reading on this link: http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2000146755/tracking-fidel-inside-the-final-hours-of-raila-oding-s-son
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish
OTHER RELATED STORIES ON DEATH ON SUCH A DAY…
On the night of January 5/6, my wife Elizabeth Nyiel gave a still birth in Kampala. And this was the eulogy in two poems dedicated to baby ‘Angel Nameless’ or Adhieu (as in ‘Adieu Adhieu’):
ADIEU, ANGEL NAMELESS!
It’s the day you killed Gen. Jongroor; Abraham!
Who amid us will forget that day of gloom?
The day you killed Rev. Isaiah Abraham
Will ever loom bleak even in bloom!
Why has the 5th day of the first week
The bad omen of making my nerves weak?
It’s that the filth of the fifth day of the month
Cocoons our life in hyacinth floating in labyrinth.
It’s a fateful marriage of Mr. Bloom with Mrs. Gloom,
A faithful matrimony of the Daughter of Boom with the Son of Doom!
Yes, my house is haunted and daunted and taunted by birth in death!
The 5th night of 2014 caused Elizabeth birth but its dearth!
Why did both my own blood and flesh flash and go at a go?
Why was it predestined that my anonymous angel hurriedly pass over?
Why was it such that her saintly, placental life had to hover and rover?
Why did that anonymized eagle ogle, tickle, tackle…my ego?
Yet, I the robbed father am neither moaning nor mourning
As the black soot of Sulfur and Driekstone in the morning
Conceals the Herods-in-Heroes act of mass infanticide,
A very callous call out for our baby saviors’ regicide!
So my beloved daughter, Miss Angel Nameless,
May you and Virgin Mary beg for us thy Lord to bless
Your Passover’s trails and trailers so far – so fare thee well –
So that your next generation could survive this fanfare in hell?
Book Title: AssAss!Nat!on!
Poem No. 44: Adieu Angel Nameless!
Poet: Jon Pen de Ngong
Year: 2013 – 2014
Before I bid you eternal farewell—adieu,
I must apologize to you, daughter Adhieu:
On behalf of the world and the whores of the war,
Whose nothing: any wear anywhere you ever wore.
Clean from your Passover birth—adieu, Adhieu!
On this 6th day, you’re being buried,
We are sorry for having you hurried
Raw to the world yonder.
It is peaceful there under.
Green from your stillbirth—adieu, Adhieu!
In this year’s sixth morn,
Let me not too much mourn.
You better not be villager at Kirrgyzstan,
Whose warriors are battling with Ryegyzstan.
Safe from your mother’s womb—adieu, Adhieu!
That you passed on agelessly,
And passed through namelessly,
At the years of tears, of the endemic ‘dhieu’, the sorrow,
Fare thee well—not without meeting you in the morrow!
Safe journey on your placental cushion—adieu, Adhieu!
Paradox dictates parents, instead, need not bury their offspring,
But we—of the Empire of Vampire—of death before suffering,
Daily do die, but find it impractical to arrange own funerals.
So lucky that you’re lain among your infanticide numerals.
Delivered transit to Heavenly Citizenry—adieu, Adhieu!
Book title: Kiirgyzstan
Poem: Adieu Adhieu!
Poet: Jon Pen de Ngong
Year: 2014 — 2015.
Publishing: In progress by ‘Master Text Collector Lifebrary’ (Ltd.)