Re-member (The Struggle Continues)

I am the offspring of Kush; her pride runs in my veins.

I am the embodiment of her people’s struggle;

Their plight sounds with my every heartbeat.

I am the echo of their cry for justice;

Their suffering is the driving force of my life.

 

I am the seed of solidarity for her dispersed children!

 

I am the enslaved child in Madani,

The heavy-laden bricklayer in Kosti,

The widow of war in Juba,

And the orphan whose father is war and rite of passage is violence.

 

I am the dispossessed in Kajbar,

The displaced in Darfur, the forgotten in Abyei,

The exploited in Port Sudan,

And the destitute in the refugee and IDP Camps.

 

I am the wide-eyed rural boy in Khartoum,

The resilient in Akobo,

The inventive in Malakal,

The royalty of the Shiluk, and the complexity of the Zande.

 

I am the wisdom of the chiefs,

The precision of the spear master,

The persistence of the sidelined politician,

And the courage of the underground writer.

 

I am the marginalized of Sudan!

 

Now despite compromise, war, and struggle, I am still oppressed.

In villages in the north, I am deprived of my right to my land and heritage,

and face imminent disinheritance and displacement.

 

In eastern Sudan,

I am bound by Illiteracy and every sort of marginalization,

From which my only escape is servitude in the capitol…

The land of Milk and honey, they say;

Where I live as refugee in my own country,

Without honor or dignity.

 

In Darfur, oh Darfur!

In Darfur, I loose my humanity daily.

 

In the South and the Border States,

My CPA is in danger of being yet another agreement dishonored.

Abyei, my jewel is a time bomb ticking

Conforming to the pulse of my people’s discontentment.

 

They say my country’s economy is booming,

Yet I am the poorest of the poor.

And as long as this marginalization exists, the struggle continues.

It continues beyond this lifetime to the next.

 

And until the day when the Sudanese is no longer marginalized, I am reborn.

A fire ignited in the passion sowed, in another Offspring of KUSH.

 

That one! That one that rises from the deepest darkness,

With a clenched fist and a loud voice,

Declaring a tribute to the spirit of the struggle reincarnated once more.

 

Proclaiming!

I am the remnant of greatness.

I am the carrier of the legacy of the struggle.

I am the living child of Sudan.

The voice of the voiceless…

The hope of the hopeless…

 

I have seen a New Sudan,

A land merry with the sun

Where diverse nations and people’s partake of its bountiful fruits.

A New Sudan free of all discrimination and marginalization,

Where justice and peace reigns.

 

And in my toil to make it a reality,

I re-member…

I re-member the legacy of my predecessors,

And internalize it as my heritage.

A legacy for my striving and struggle…

 

And in this a day of re-membrance;

I accept my duty and commit to the deeds necessary to fulfill it.

I re-member…

I re-member…

I re-member…

 

I re-member Battalion 104, Volcano Battalion and Katiba Banat…

I re-member the New Kush Division,

The Cadres in Bilfam,

The contributions of Musa Kuwa Idriss, and the Red army…

 

And I charge you brothers and sisters to re-member…

Re-member the difficult days of the struggle…

Re-member to feed the children and widows of our martyrs…

Re-member the slogans of the revolution…

Re-member our promise to the people…

Re-member our commitment to the vision…

Re-member our duty and loyalty is to the cause…

 

 

Re-membrance is an action, and not a thought.

That which was dismembered is now re-membered.

That which was disintegrated is now re-integrated,

re-vived, re-claimed, and re-lived.

Re-member through works not words.

Re-member!

 

Embrace this passion, embrace this duty,

And become the embodiment of our people’s Struggle.

The echo of their cry for Justice and Peace…

Re-member!

 

Be-come, I… Be-come, I

I am John Garang

I am Karbino Kuanyin

I am Yousif Kuwa

I am William Deng Nhial

I am Ali Abdellatif

I am Abdelfadil Almaz

I am William Nyuon Beny

I am Arok Thon Arok

I am Ngacigak Ngaculuk

I am John Kulang

I am Martin Manyiel Ayuel

I am Francis Ngor

I am Dauod Boulad

I am Ali BGuatala

I am Emilio Tafeng

I am Ager Gum

I am Thon Ayii

I am Father Seterno Ohure

I am Gelario Modi

I am Emmanuel Abur

I am Aquilla Manyuon

I am Anyar Apiu

I am Akuot Atem

I am Gai Tut

I am the countless martyrs and innocent casualties of the Struggle.

 

I am the offspring of KUSH, of Sudan,

and though I am no longer breathing, striving for a New Sudan.

I am reborn through you and, through your duty and deeds as the struggle continues.

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