Civil War: Dinka and Nuer in the barbed wire cages
By Kur Wel Kur
Every civil war differs from other civil war; the Americans’ civil war differs from British’s. The Somalia’s civil war differs from Uganda’s. For this reason, we wish not the horrors we saw in Somalia and wishfully long for the maturity the Americans attained after their civil war.
An impractical wish, but we do pray because with God, no impossible thing. Impractical in a sense that in 1861, the education the Americans have exceed our education we have in 2013, the politics they practised in 19th century exceeds our politics we exercise in the 21st century and they fought for an economical ideology not along tribal lines.
All wars, whether six days or half a century war, devastate; all things, yes, livings and non-livings change for ever. The forest that gives us timber, wild fruits and tubbers, stop its supplies because it trusts us not, and we don’t any more trust it either! The roads we once used, the grasses and shrubs reclaimed. Wild animals hate that foreign sound, a thunder without the clouds so they left us, we, the stupid humans to roast ourselves for vultures.
They (animals) take asylum in the foreign lands, where one way traffic cages open for them. There, in cages, foreign kids with their parents glare, touch them with sticks in fear of any contagious disease and shout to them in their foreign languages in the hopes of understanding.
In cages, enemies become neighbours, a goat avoids eyes contact with the leopard, though in different cubes in the cage, they can see each other’s moves, they can smell each other’s food, and they can hear each other’s whines about the war. Foreign guards take springboks with the wild dogs for a stroll, they warn them, different territories, different rules.
In war, people forget their pride and dignity; they loot materials, they nibble foods while running and die scavenging. However, in spite of all, we aspire in gaining our peace back, we long for our freedom, prosperity and dignity.
War prepares people for peace, people matures in war to realise how peace produces unity, prosperity and love. Without peace, instead of working as a team, we work against one another, instead of building, we destroy, instead of nurturing and tolerate our different habits and traditions, we malnourish and forbid them, as a result, we kill ourselves.
The war shrinks the population; bullets take kids and adults’ lives; war’s associates: diseases, famine and hunger take lives of both young and old people. At the end of war, politicians lose elections for lack of numbers.
Fake democracy, fake religions and God-buried minerals cause the prolonged sufferings across none or less educated worlds, they cause sufferings in the land of plenty, where exotic animals and plants exist. The intelligent few, less than 30% of the world’s population, sieve diamond, gold, copper and silver out of the barbarians’ blood as raw materials for their smart phones.
The more their blood flow, the more the people from awaken worlds, sign cheap contracts, and the more they put into test their latest discoveries and inventions; then their economies enjoy exponential growths. They afford to pay for explorations to other planets, while the owners of the oil: Dinka and Nuer cannot afford bus fares from their villages to their state’s capital.
They trek to the capital so their flimsy sandals or slippers fail them but they bare-footed drag their exhausted bodies to the capital. You can blame this abject poverty on functionaries’ corruption, but nothing sends the country thousand years back economically than war.
So why do we work for others who suck our blood?
Until, we answer right this question million times, they will keep exchanging a brother’s or sister’s head for oil’s markets.
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