Thursday, August 18, 2022

Letter to Glory in the name of Gen George Athor Deng

By Atok Dan Baguoot

December 20, 2012  

Dear Gen Athor Deng,

It was exactly on the 19th December at 10:a.m. local time in Juba that your news of being besieged at Morobo county in Central Equatoria state hit the market. A few minutes later, you were pronounced dead in a gun battle that involved SPLA soldiers. You had died as a villain according to your assassins but on the other hand, you were a hero when one revisits stories of struggle.

Your death took Juba and the entire South Sudan a surprise because upright mental persons could not come to terms with the reality that you had come to graduate sections of your army in military training near this endpoint. On that day when the Vice President, Dr. Riek Machar Teny, flanked by the SPLA Spokesperson, Philip Aguer Panyang went to the media to declare the news, the next thing one asked was the number of casualties involved on both sides of the battle. It happened that it was a wishful battle that nobody died apart from you and your personal aid.

Though that statement contradicted the reality of the term “besieged” used by the SPLA spokesperson Philip Aguer before the final announcement. Nobody was bold enough to question it. Of course, Dr. Machar said you were killed on Monday while Panyang said you died on Tuesday, a fact that contradicts the truth surrounding your death. The right persons who knew when you died were your own God and those triggered the bullets that sent you to heaven or hell. It has gone a month now since we were relieved of your burdens.

In this account, you ascended to the highest rank in the SPLA through personal contributions during the struggle. 2005 when a peace agreement was signed wasn’t a long one for your assassins to have forgotten what you had brought to the people of this country. You didn’t go and come back for confirmation like what others had done, nor did you even go to rest after the combined enemy had lodged seven rounds of bullets into your flesh. Your ascension to the highest rank was gradual based on achievements counted.

In fact, we were relieved from your burdens when you died for the simple reason that all the deaths including those who died of malaria were attributed to your rebellion. The government could say an ambulance would have gone to pick up a patient in the village if Athor had not waylaid ambush. Crops would have yielded well if Athor had not stirred up violence even in Raga leave alone Jonglei and Warrap where perennial hunger has erected tents.

Your children would never live to celebrate when you departed the world except for your birthday which I also doubt if you had a birth certificate to show such a record. Your death had discolored our Christmas and new year happiness. To those whom you had killed their loved ones, it was a joyous moment and justice was seen done. Those who had known and have not forgotten your valor in the struggle, it was a day of regrets. All in all, we would have loved to see justice done if you were brought to the competent court of law to answer all charges levied on you and to tell us why you rebelled more so against those who were aggrieved by your action. They had wished to see you being handcuffed and drag to court and made public so that others who held the same sentiment of rebelling against the government can see that complaining in South Sudan when rigged off in elections, warrants death if the aggrieved nag.

Inasmuch as this, the only culprit condoning impunity is the government that robs Peter to pay Paul and felt justice done. If the government can rob somebody from his victory and liaises in partnership with the robber, then it becomes a tale in the Manor Farm which later became “Animal Farm” after which all animals struggled for freedom and later turned to be “All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others”. After South Sudan obtained freedom, some became more equals, so the least equals must learn that.

In regard to this, the only station in life in which you were wronged was the time when Gen Kuol Manyang Juuk lifted you on his huge shoulder after you succeeded to disrupt and dislodge the assembly of the Nassir group and their affiliates in Panyagor in 1994. Night preceding that you were in Poktap, a distance of more than 12 hours walk. Dr. John Garang De Mabior persuaded you saying “Athor from tomorrow if the meeting in Panyagor succeeded, that will mark the day the souls of all those South Sudanese who had perished to bring justice would be rendered in ruin and the Movement would then be no more”. You heeded that benevolent call from your leader and ordered all your soldiers at around 7:00.p.m. to start running together with you and by 4.00.a.m, you had arrived in Panyagor, four hours before the commencement of the highly regarded meeting of true betrayers.

Somebody might want to learn who were those in that highly dramatized meeting. They were, Dr. Riek Machar, the leader of the Nassir, Dr. Lam Akol, Kuach Kang, Joseph Oduoh, Kerubino Kuanyin Bol, Arok Thon Arok, William Nyuon Bany, Gordon Koang Chol, Taban Deng Gai, Simon Kun Pouch, Elijah Hon Top, Riek Gai Kok, James Kok Rue, and many others that you know. Section of this government was for that meeting. It was highly funded by the West and those who were against the leadership of Dr. John Garang De Mabior.

Gen Athor, despite their selfless contributions, it says in English that be fair. “when am right thousands of times, nobody remembers, but when am wrong only a time, nobody forgets”. Gen Athor you are a true victim of this fallacy.
 
In this case, what matters most is not where you died like many people do say you were killed in Kampala and carried to Morobo, it is the fact that you died. As of now, you might have already met with people that had departed earlier. Dr. John Garang is one of those whom you might have shaken hands with. I think he will ask you to do one thing because he was your boss. In the religious aspect, death is not a misfortune nor an accident, or even a punishment. It is the end of life in this part of the universe.

Gen Athor, it is good that you have gone to that covetous place. It is the only place you are either judged wrongly or rightly because God counts on your deeds both known and unknown to humankind while still alive. He is a fair God. He is immune to all human nonsense. Lodge your complaints there and wait for Kuol Manyang who cheated you in elections in the name of SPLM as if SPLM and he were destined to rule by God.

The worse after you left, the same government is still blackmailing scapegoat that you manufactured crisis in Jonglei and that whatever reason of conflict is you. That alone will tell a sound-minded person that something was fishy and that the vehicle of struggle might have truly veered off the road. This is solely judged by comrades versus comrades like exactly in the tale of animals in Animals Farm after they had successfully sung the “Beasts of England”. The alive government officials are saying that guns used in tribal conflicts in Jonglei were brought by you. They don’t even mention anything about the gun companies.
SPLM-DC Press Statement on the killing in juba


Friday, March 9, 2012, 1:49 PM


Since South Sudan attain its Independence in July last year, the new nation is facing many challenges that are really hindering its growth and development of this nation which at times discourages investors to come into the nation to carry out developmental programs in South Sudan because of insecurity. SPLM-DC as opposition in this government has not left any stone unturned in South Sudan, we always advocate the government in all aspects to at least bring matters down into dialogue because we believe, to solve this country's problem is through dialogues to promote peace amongst the communities of South Sudan.

Therefore SPLM-DC blames the government for not considering the problems facing the people in South Sudan in general and Central Equatoria State in particular. We as a party condemned the incident of killings which occurred a few days ago in an area called Komiru in juba over a land dispute; the incident resulted in the killing of ten innocent citizens including women and children. The incident happened after the government of central Equatoria announce the demolition of the area, we are in time to promote peace and development in this nation but not to kill each other, and we wish such an event should not happen again. We will always be there as a mirror to the government and we strongly blame the government for allowing soldiers and law enforcement agencies to keep guns at the time they are out of duty. Therefore, SPLM-DC urges the government to investigate this matter and bring those who are involved in the incident to court to face trial than keeping quiet. the issue of demolition is part of development, especially in juba city, the point that we don't understand is why always issues of land grabbing happen only in Equatoria Region yet some Regions do not experience the same thing, then we urge the government to open eyes on the issues of land, especially in Central Equatoria.

We are also sorry about the denial statement of some officials within the government which stated that there was no death occurred in the incident and yet these officials are sent to the government by the citizens of this nation to represent them in all situations, then standing for personal interest in the government.

We also urge the government should ensure proper security that will protect the rights of the citizens and their properties in the Republic of South Sudan; we also urge the government to compensate the families of those who lost lives and properties during the shooting.

Condolence to the families who lost their dear ones in the incident.

Salah Lumumba Cosmas
SPLM-DC Department of Political Affairs
and Information

Thursday, November 13, 2014

My deeds fell to the apathy of greed



By Atok Dan

They made me believe,
that I had done enough to deserve pride,
yet my hands were still drizzled with blood
of the needy

When I couldn’t afford to retract,
on realizing my own mess,
but then time could not agree with me
in the fall of the night,
the weight of injustice dawned on me
the mess was done to the brim
 of no doubt

For I ought to do a lot more to reverse that mess,
while they all eye me in disguise,
not ready to tell me how I had messed it

A watchful society staring at me midst my stupidity
 couldn’t I only regret in the flock of,
those who flatter me in my stupidity
good that I did learn on my own mess though no remedy
hadn’t I learned hatred could be that stupid
that I could only be right if I do it right

Be it that all sycophants that surrounded me,
 were only there to rejoice
rejoicing over me when deep down,
 in a pit to death in falsehood
when all that I thought I had done right,
 were overturned to a shame
to even beyond those that I thought,
 were ever sinners in history
yet all my deeds fell to the apathy of greed

Because I had failed to accept the wishes of weak
they all falsely fortified me into what my brain,
 failed to comprehend
and deserted me
when I needed their hands to reverse my failures
a tide of the wrong history had befallen me midst seas of wise
but  the thought of power had never invigorated me with righteous
and they all pin it down into a book as my only mess
a mess enough to undo my ancient wasted wisdom

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Under a tall grass thatched hut


By Atok Dan

 All were under a tall grass thatched hut

Lying desperately eying the future under a hut,
None had flicked my mind as a remedy to such a desperation
I plucked off the grass on the roof of a huge ugly structure
I had gone to the bush and behave not like a bushman

It happened to be a tall grass thatched hut,
Where I thought to might have been born,
Though none had it as a confirmation
Not even a mere slip of paper with a record
But I still went to a bush

While raged under a tall grass thatched hut,
A journey had flicked into my brain,
But still had no compass itinerary
It only stood a plain thought of the troubled mind,
I took courage to the bush

Weird hallucinations of childhood
Which instructed me to begin now
I had started as told by madness
Only courage drove dead cells of my reasoning box
My little witty brain at times overwhelmed,
As silhouetted by my shadow
All were under a tall grass thatched hut
I still stayed in the bush  

The hut was what I referred to when faced by unfriendly nature
For there was nothing I had ever known better than it
A testimony to why it could be where I came to live
And a debut on that fateful journey to bush

All wild and tame wishes formed part of a village talks
But never heeded such scaring remarks
I had fitted my brain with sensible rebellion
And went on as the brain had instructed,
A rebel boy engulfed in a bigger rebellion
But the tall grass thatched hut remained referential
And Bush is still my new home

Thoughts of having gone missing came into my brain,
For they had given me strange names,
Yet I could still control my senses of being me,
I knew I had never been out of culture
It was me culturally brainwashed

The tall grass-thatched hut was still visible
I had never lost as perceived,
It was only my mental alters at work
All was a journey under a tall hut













Saturday, September 21, 2013

Fallen in the battle of supremacy

By Atok Dan

He lost in the battle of supremacy,
The giant of all beasts has fallen,
In a Goliath-David-like battle
And he truly lost the grip of the key,
The grip of power he had enjoyed lonely

He has lost in the battle of Armageddon
While foes and friends had fallen off the grip of power,
The beneficiaries would no longer enjoy the fruits of loot
And the scene turns into aromas of dogs
Thou shall dance off to a stronger party for protection
The bee, the hive, and the tree have all gone sour to themselves
The hunters would wait well stationed to connect missing links
Not even heavenly angels would dare judge them correct

He lost in the battle of supremacy
While his definitive failures groom his desire for change,
The battle he had long enjoyed winning had overridden,
In favor of the foes of the kingdom of untouchables
Alas, we had never known the day not even the year
But it has come to past,

He had fallen in the battle of Armageddon
Wailings of bereaved had mixed in unison giggles of the happiest
He could call it a sad twist of events, favoring the weak
But none could still reverse the realm
Though few couldn’t have dreamt of such a mournful moment,
The weak tend to rejoice in the fall of Goliath
And the strong hated the success of tiny truth,

Yet he was buried in the battle of Armageddon
The battle tends to trim the access to absolutism
And sharing of the instrument of power flocks with masses
Then, he himself confirmed the fall of the power
Then you shall see him again in his plain powerless attires
Of innocence, he had long denied,
He had lost the battle to them.

My blue cup of porridge at Biyaya boys


By Atok Dan

It is all about my azure bluish plastic blue cup of porridge,
which doubled as breakfast and lunch at Biyaya
we had never known what breakfast meant before lunch
at Biyaya boys, we ate porridge at noon instead of lunch,
and that answers how blue became my favorite color,
it wasn’t just about the color of water,
nor it the conventional color of life,
it was all about nutrients in the blue cup
the porridge at noon time in Biyaya

The blue was the pond that kept my corn porridge
Could it tell how I became a fan of English blue?
The Chelsea FC and the bluish city at Fulham
It was my blue cup of porridge that paved the way for blue
At Biyaya boys, we were with him Rev. Ayok

My blue plastic cup of porridge at Biyaya boys,
with my stainless steel Chinese branded spoon,
Rev. Joseph stood with us doing all he could,
though anxious about how boys would cop
with only a daily meal of porridge,
in a sea of abundance gifts of nature,
He never wanted us to expose to risk,
Especially by those who hated us

Rev. Ayok and Karen had it for the boys,
that we never fall victims to a hateful society around us
our identity as we were what everybody at arm's reach hated us
Yet that identity still stood tall like the hated Berlin wall,
but were mindful of our ancestral resilience,
A guiding tower that sailed us to a covetous life,
and Mr. and Mrs. Ayok were troubled day and night
to inculcate a future of generosity in boys 

We had not only blue but red, green, and pink cups
at Biyaya boys, all that we knew for noon was a porridge
even the youngest boy Bol Bol had tolerated
the noon cup of porridge, our daily meal
at Biyaya boys, our colors were collective,
not just only a collection of red, blue, and green,
like the American states,
but the colors that glued us in love for a rich future

In their fun-loving hands at Biyaya
Boys slept happily at peace with their day half meal,
a meal nourished by love from Mr. and Mrs. Ayok
They let us sail through that tumultuous waters,
Mr. Mrs. Ayok sharpened us to face life with nostalgic facts
It was like that Rev. wanted us to conquer,

And emerge as winners at the end. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Slips of an axe in the hand of Lord

By Atok Dan

In a twist of an arm, an ax had fallen,
Fallen on sleeping suspects,
It wasn't just a twist as per Se
But a breakage from boredom,
From reluctance,

In his right hand, he dropped it on them
An act of courage had compelled him in doing it
No more whom we had known
His hands are in gloves for action
To sharpen his ax
On them, he had long feared most

In a twist on his right hand,
An ax had fallen noisily on them
Whom he had feared for long
In no time, sacred cows in requiem,
By their unholy behaviors

In a twist of an arm, an ax had noisily echoed
On them the sacred boys of the regime
On the untouchable loyalists,
Unpardonably, the lord of all had spoken

In his hand, an ax had harmed them
Louder than expected,
On them who had been dizzy on job
Has awakened them by echoes of an ax
Lord of appointee, has spoken
And the Lord has said it loudly

Amen of mercy.