South Sudan: Uhuru na Kazi
By Biar D’Chol
– For the last thirteen years, I’ve worked the most craziest jobs in America; from tutoring, cooking, healthcare, engineering, and cemetery—Yes, cemetery where dead bodies are buried, working as ground-keeper in 2002, but not burying bodies.
Can anyone imagine, where else on earth a dead people’s place is well groomed like a presidential palace, but only in America! And maybe working at cemetery will encourage me to own a cemetery in south Sudan in the near future since death is part of our lives.
Though I always work for money, my main goal, however, is to gain more insight of different jobs experiences. I’m a person who doesn’t like sitting my butts, playing dominoes; whining of not having a job, because a job can’t come to you while sitting idly, drinking beer, watching TV, babysitting Facebook and gossiping nonstop of an ill- intended South Sudanese politics on the phone. All of these are nothing other than destroying our lives and planted hatred amongst ourselves.
But quite frankly, I was impressed from what I’ve learned this week at my part time job. While at work, I had a chat with the owner/CEO’s son unknowingly. Honestly, I did not know the owner of the company was his dad. But first, he introduced himself to me as: Andrew. Jesus Christ! I’m sick of America introducing themselves with ONLY first name. Nonetheless, the good part was that, I didn’t say anything about his father.
If I had done that, my ass would’ve been fired if I had the America “syndrome” of talking about someone when they don’t like what he/she does. Thanks God I’m still having African’s “syndrome” of shutting your mouth, and always listen, and do the job!
Andrew, a red-haired, tall and skinny guy comes to me everyday, after he punches in like the rest of us (employees). We then, clicked like glue. We chat frequently when he comes to my desk. He asked me many questions from what I’m missing on my desk, the work instructions, and much more. Besides, I then learned that him and his family were interested in going to South Africa for a vacation this summer. And I was stunned to learn that a license to hunt a rhino in South Africa is $150,000! Can you imagine such an immense amount of money just to kill a rhino? A few days later, I was stunned to learned that he’s a son of CEO/owner.
I, then, asked him, why’re you bothering to come to work everyday instead of spending time somewhere else; bagging the cuties girls in America? But he said, “I’m working to pay for my vacation, and to save some money for my college. My dad and mom work hard, and I’ve to work hard as well,” he said. Folks, did you hear that? He said, “he’s working to save money for vacation, and college when his parents are millionaires or soon to be millionaires!”
Can such a thing happens in South Sudan or Africa in general, for a rich person’s son/daughter to bother getting up in morning, and go to work? I never heard a child from a rich family going to work instead of bagging cute girls in the cities, inebriated with his buddies, and throw bottles of beer at each other.
Folks, If this is South Sudanese kid, he would’ve been extravagantly spending his parents monies as he wants in Europe vacationing with his girl friends. Take for example of the ministers’ sons and daughters. They go anywhere they want in the world, spending their parents embezzling monies they don’t even know where they came from. If the richest people in Africa had built the companies, employed average citizens like Andrew’s father, the poverty would’ve been eradicated in Africa.
But the rich people stored monies offshore in the Swiss banks, buying Manson houses abroad instead of investing money within the country to run businesses to employe the poor citizens like what the American rich peoples do. The Africans then rely on aid monies that don’t even reach the intended people. When are we going to learn such a hard work to develop our continent instead of leaving it starving to death when all the resources we need are available?
I’m yearning for our people step up, and do more investments instead of storing money at the bank, Pillows in bed and/or drawers in the houses.
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