BY: MAKER MAYEK RIAK, Australia, DEC/20/2013, SSN;
I will let you in on a family secret. Years ago when we were growing up with my two elder brothers, in some little village, deep in Western Yirol, our neighbours thought we were a bunch of sick and cursed children. We were notorious for beating the hell out of each other.
Actually, I was notorious for agitating for problems and then all I got was a proper beating. I had no physical strength to return the same treatment. So, I let my tongue do the job.
There were three of us. First, was our elder brother, whose acts of tyranny were akin to those of Admiral General Aladeen, the dictator of the fictional Republic of Wadiya in Sacha Baron Cohen’s film The Dictator.
Our elder brother’s main responsibility was to maintain law and order. He was a strong, brutish, and an unforgiving herd boy who ruled the house with an iron fist. We used to call him a herd boy because he had little regard for education despite our mum’s persistence to get him into the same business as us.
He loved the nomadic life; feeding on milk and occasional meat, wrestling for pride and bragging in colourful songs about his bulls. At times when he came home, he would wake up with roosters and he’d be singing about his bulls.
We detested his ways and mocked him for his rudimentary behaviours. But for records, he did give in years down the track and followed the path of education.
Our elder brother ruled the house with tooth and claw. Anyone of us who attempted to go against his rule would be punished severely – even to the disgust of our own mother who was in her own ways, a strict disciplinarian – but she thought our brother’s ways were too raw and cruel for our misdemeanour’s.
But other than urging restraint, our mother would often refrain from imposing her will on him as he was seen as the man of the house. The actual man of the house was far in some land unheard of fighting for the rights of the people. So, we had no choice but to put up his no – nonsense and an uncontested style of leadership.
And then there was the second brother, who was quiet, reserved but often would strike and run as fast as he could to escape any punishment. He was a very fast runner. Every time he struck – often with a stinging slap on the face, moreso, on me than anyone else, he would run for his dear life and kept away from home for a few hours until the anger subsided.
He would return and no punishment would be exacted on him. Our mother had this policy that once a past event, no matter how painful; it should never be talked about leave alone punishing this repeat offender. He exploited that policy right to the top of the tree. So, he got away without being punished often.
And then there was me. The skinny, short and strength-less kid whose tongue spat out the most spiteful and sharp insults that would make any calm headed person catch seizures of rage. I breathed venoms of suborder serpents. I was a bag full of mockery; picking up on the slightest of weaknesses and hit you hard with them. I’d roll on the floor with laughter at any time someone uttered something unintelligent.
I was the most perfect object for my elder’s merciless leadership. Every time I received a beating, which was not less than three times a day, I’d cry with the loudest voice possible with the intention of letting the neighbours know that I was being mistreated.
With the blend of these three different but yet notorious kids – as a collective, we earned ourselves the perfect village tag of sick and cursed children. We got the tag because we made the most but we got to grow to become some of the closest and successful brothers.
Which begs the question, are the Dinka and the Nuer the sick and the cursed children of South Sudan? The answer by any honest person, Dinka and Nuer or not, would be a resounding YES.
Here are a few reasons why I think Dinka and Nuer are the cursed children of South Sudan. Dinka and Nuer, back me up on this.
Dinka and Nuer are the same breed of a people. They share the same practices, cultures, behaviours and physical features. In fact, they are the exact prototype of each other. Yet, they hate each other to the 206th bone.
They maim and kill each other mercilessly. They rape their women and kill their children. They destroy their properties and retard their developments. They are the example of what brothers and sisters should not be. In that regard, they are the sick and cursed children of the same womb.
Dinka and Nuer leaders are greedy, vainglorious and myopic. They fight hard for leadership just to stuff their pockets with dirty money.
They don’t give a toss about their people. They like to eat rich to bulge stomachs and have fat necks as a sign of importance in the society.
They like to brag about themselves with their pitiful words of “beny” and “kuor” to satisfy their vainglory. They are so short-sighted to an extent that the retard their own progress.
They loot and rape blind their own development in broad daylight. They are the sick and the cursed children of South Sudan.
Dinka and Nuer youths are gullible. They bloviate tribalism and bear the fangs of a cobra. (bloviate- verb: to talk at length, esp. in an inflated or empty way).
They bite each other hard and mercilessly. They allow their tribal cocoons to overcome brotherhood and sameness. They are the douchebags of tribal “benys” and “kuors”. (douchebags: a pejorative term for an arrogant or obnoxious person)
They allow these fat necked tribal henchmen to use them to further small mindedness and fatten their stomachs at their expense.
They allow three selfish leaders (Kiir, Riek and Gadet) to piss on them as they wish but would never react to put these leaders in their rightful places. They are the sick and cursed children of South Sudan.
Dinka and Nuer are poor leaders when they are supposed to be the natural leaders of South Sudan. South Sudan has got more than 60 tribes but all we hear about are these two sick and cursed tribes.
At a time when the country was in a celebratory mood for the hard won independence, they are busy maiming, killing and bullying minorities in the country.
They are the dream wreckers. The South Sudanese dream which we were all yearning for when our flag was hoisted has been turned into a nightmare by these two tribes.
They are the sick and cursed children of South Sudan.
Dinka and Nuer need a proper exorcist to cleanse them of their demons. They are possessed. They are cursed and fully sick. They are the sick and cursed children of our country.
For the pain and suffering that innocent civilians are being subjected to at the moment, I can only say, let’s hope one day, we are cleansed of these bad spells.
Maker Mayek Riak is a Lawyer