EULOGY TO GEN. KUOL MALITH: You founded for me a family and a nation!
ANOTHER GIANT FALLEN: THE LAND OOZES, THE NATION LOSES..!
Dear fellow citizens,
Please, join me with Isaiah Kuot Kuol, Malith Reech’s Family, Paggol Clan, Aboudit Section, Jalle Payam, Bor Community, Jonglei State and the Republic of South Sudan in eulogizing our son, our father, our leader, the liberator; Gen. Kuol Malith Reech, who — after battling for two years a fatal bullet wound and cancer — passed on a few hours ago on this December 9, 2015….!
Dear Uncle Kuol,
I know soldiers rarely go to heaven or paradise, but I also believe you are an exception. You are now in God’s place. I know you are a kind man, with no any bad blood with anybody, even your sworn enemy. I remember what you told me with John Majok Mabior and Kur Anyieth Kur when we visited you on your sick bed at Aga Khan Hospital in Nairobi on January 15, 2014.
Uncle, I could not believe how nationalistic and very Christian you were in the face of death. To call for peace to the nation and forgiveness to your enemies at that critical movement of your life was amazing! Only a Son of God could do that: forgiving his enemies while still on the cross. You did just that, dear Uncle. Therefore, ‘Yin lajik!’, and you must be there right now!
However, I hate this thing called choice for one thing: it is a random tool used by rampant death! This is where my democracy stops. If we were to be asked, Uncle, we would vote someone else to go that destiny, not you this round!
You dodged several bullets, but the most fatal one burrowed through you, in defence of our homeland, South Sudan, and our homestead, Bor, in both the first and the second war. When Gen. Abraham Jongroor was shot down beside you, you survived badly wounded to complete the chapter. Alas, it is cut short!
Disappointingly and helplessly, death is our general enemy! It pains me that you have survived only to die of cancer. cancer? No! Cancer is no disease for bullet-proof heroes such as you are. I can’t find words to condemn this thieving death!
You have left us and our nation too prematurely, Beny Kuoldit. Even if it appears like you already have done you work, we still needed you around to complete the history. I needed you for what is not in Isaiah Kuot Kuol; the stories of the foundation of this nation and the past families, and the future directives.
Although you received your second grandson a week ago, that does not justify you were old enough to go. You are still as young as we are. You still look Kuot’s age mate. Your heart is as young as Emma’s. You are just cut off those years meant to serve us even the better and the more…!
I needed to show you the fruits of your good heart and kind effort. You know that you established my family, as you did others’. You were the first, and still the last, uncle, to not only endorse my marriage, but also facilitated it.
When the world fell out behind me and Elizabeth Nyiel, you and Uncle Gen. Ajak Yen Alier (RIP), that was killed in the same cause you survived, stood on both ends of the relations. And it worked! That day, the day you took me from Papa 91 (Nimule Corridor) all the way to Yei, to convince Uncle Dengtiel, Uncle Malith and Pandak, to establish my family, you ceased being Kuot’s father alone. You became mine! Today, your generosity both from your heart and your hands in 2006/7 stands at 6 members (minus 1) as I have split biologically.
I can’t hold my tears while reminiscing our past days, the days in the bush; and those days when we were your boys in Kampala, with Mama Rebecca Diing, at Wonderland Residence in 2002.
I remember the day you and the late Dut Paul mentored us…the day we spent a sleepless night on family issues, that day you told us to prepare for ‘baai mathondit’ (family life), etc.!
You should not have gone too soon, uncle! You should have waited to see the direction of the nation and tge families that you helped established all the way from our history. Though in a mess today, which has now eventyually but proudly messed up your life, your legacy endures forever. The nation shall recover. But we will not recover from your absence, Uncle Kuol!
But the only thorny pain in my heart is you are no longer here to witness the course for which you only set forth the cause, and went ahead to lay your precious life down as part of the cost of the nation — our future.
Uncle Kuol, we will try to produce you, but that will not be the real you that I have known for the last 30 years of freedom fighting. We will try to remember and write down, as such, the roads you have trekked and the trails you have left behind, but that will not be as accurate as you would have narrated and written it down to us in person.
Now that you have inevitably gone, say hi to Cdr. Mayen Akuak Mayen, say hi to Gen. Abraham Jongroor Deng, and all your departed comrades. Then tell Dr. John Garang de Mabior exactly snd honestky what you know about us and the current nation, that you founded jointly over 3o years ag0.
Adieu, Uncle Gen. Kuol Malith Reech! You’re irreplaceable!
NB: To my readers, this is not the biography of the late, but just my personal eulogy as a reaction to his death whose news came to me a few hours ago. Meanwhile, wait for a full life profile to be posted here after the burial and other posthumous services to the hero.