Tears Ayuen: PRESIDENT KIIR BULLIES BASHIR IN MY DREAM
PRESIDENT KIIR BULLIES BASHIR IN MY DREAM
Last night, I had a dream
In my dream,
President Kiir visits his ailing partner,
President Omar Hassan Bashir
Bashir contracted diarrhea,
A chronic diarrhea
Coz he drank unclean water from river Nile
He couldn’t afford bottled water
He is broke
Oil production got shutdown by Kiir
Bashir ekes out
Handouts from Arab League
After Kiir gave him emotional and moral strength,
He asks him what his say is
In regards to the outstanding CPA issues;
The Abyei,
Border issues,
Oil transit fees,
And nationality question
Before answering Kiir,
He gets up,
Runs to the toilet
Spends half an hour in there
He comes back,
Stands by the door,
And breathes heavily
It’s here Kiir sees his full body frame
Silhouetting in an ankle-length loose white Jalabia
The beer-belly he acquired
Through South Sudan oil money shrinks;
It’s disappearing
His ribs protrude
Kiir counts them
They’re ten
Two of them got surgically removed
After he got shot by Kerubino Kuanyin Bol
During a one-on-one meeting somewhere in Omdurman
In the 90s,
An incident that went unreported for fear of
Grand official butchering of reporters
Along with their families
“I beg your pardon, repeat your question,
Ya baba Mayar”, he asks Kiir
Before Kiir finishes shooting the same question for the second time,
Bashir dashes into the toilet again,
Leaving Kiir seething with rage;
Agitated,
Irritated
Kiir plunges into a sea of thoughts,
Trying to figure out how
He will make bashir speak his language
Bashir comes back,
Holding a small bluish container
For keeping water used in place of toilet roll
He fills it up with water from an old pot
And places it near the door
He sits on an old mat
Made from reeds
People say his wife got the mat from a neighbor
Immediately after auctioneers
Stormed in Bashir’s house
And confiscated the furniture;
They were sent by the landlord
Who grew impatient
After Bashir failed to pay February rent
Back to the point:
Bashir begins to respond to Kiir
He starts off by telling Kiir to go to hell
Coz he ain’t letting any other thing
Slip through his fingers
Since he allowed south to go it alone as
An independent state through the 2011 referendum
Kiir begs him to reduce oil transit fee demand;
From $36 to 40 cents per barrel
Kiir also implores him to leave Abyei alone
But still, Bashir insists that Kiir goes to hell
And races to the toilet again
He spends his good time in there
Provoked by Bashir’s attitude,
Kiir grows smarter
He hatches a plan
And waits till Bashir comes back
Salva says he wants to use the toilet
Bashir directs Kiir:
“Go straight on; turn left, turn left again.
It’s the one with
A green door next to the gate”
Salva leaves, taking along the Citizen Newspaper
He takes his time in there
Ten minutes elapse,
Still no sign of Kiir
Now the worst happens
Bashir gets pressed again;
Remember he has a running stomach
He rushes toward the toilet, the only toilet
Only to find it locked from inside
Salva is in, reading the newspaper
Atlala bara ya Salva. Ena taban
What are you doing in there?”
Bashir panics
But Kiir keeps mum
“Knock knock knock”
He knocks, he pushes the door
Kiir whistles
As he turns pages of the newspaper,
He scans through the stories
Pretending to find an interesting story to read
Finally, Kiir breaks the silence:
“What do you think of my proposals?”
Bashir says they will discuss the issues back in the house
Kiir declines
And keeps reading the paper
Bashir begs Kiir, saying
“Please get out; I will sponsor 100 south Sudanese university students”
Kiir says thanks but that’s not what I want
With his left hand patting buttocks
And the right hand on the stomach;
Bashir begins to talk: “okay okay okay okay,
I’m proposing a meeting with you, just two us.
And it will be mediated by Obama himself”
Kiir resumes whistling
“Kiir please let me use the latrine,
Don’t let me do it in my pants
Kiir you are causing a scene;
My wives kids are milling around
And I can see my neighbors peering
I’ll do anything you want me to.
I will return all the barrels I confiscated,
I’ve given up Abyei. I…….
…..Ding…….dong…..Ding…dong,
My mobile phone rang,
Waking me from the dream
By: Tears Ayuen
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