Wild night out: Listen to elders! To survive the cruelty
7 min readBy Mamer Deng Jur
February 21, 2015 (SSB) — Before the New Year eve, my cousins, brother, and I went out to celebrate the beginning of the year, 2015. The celebration took place around night club or in the night club. The group were made up of three ladies, and the two gentlemen. The group left Hai – Amara by boda-boda to a night club called Signature, as I was told by one of my cousin. On the bike, I was really happy and my thoughts were flying high. I could not wait to reach this club (Signature). Arriving at the club, the place was filled by many people as if they were stranded at the freedom square protesting for a change. We suddenly arrived and stepped off the bikes. When we walked toward the club’s gate, and from the distance; then we were welcomed by an aggressive queue. These poor people were having a go at one another; they were pushing one another seriously.
They were tirelessly wrestling one another for a turn to pay, in order to get inside the club. We joined the queue, and it was not moving for sometimes. Some of the people were squeezing themselves into the queue; as if they were packaging their bags for travel. While innocent people like us were just waiting patiently to get to the pay desk. The reason why many people were fighting their ways through was that, they didn’t want to be locked out. The club’s administration lock out people once the club reach its capacity – meaning that when the club is full! After sometimes, we were near the pay counter desk, and the New Year was approaching. We were looking at one another happily, we could not wait to tell one another happy new year, and be glad to have reached 2015 with no worries. In just short time, we found ourselves being caught by the New Year; while still waiting humbly in that bloody queue.
I was woke up by a noise made by the people in the queue, that it was 2015! Noise erupted as if bomb had exploded around the club. Hugging and wailing were the common attitudes of the night. But I did believe that, such behaviour was ‘heavily motivated by alcohol’. I was happy and calm in my own comfort zone, saying not much to myself. I heard a crack of AK – 47 and it seemed to be looming within the club precinct. But I was not certain about the crack, whether it was coming around the club or it was coming from a far distance. In few seconds, I heard it again and this time; the gunfire seemed to grow closer. My heart began to pound, I bowed down, and I saw a few individuals crept by their knees to where we were standing. I stood and looked up. But I could see tracers lighting up the night sky of Juba, illuminating the rooftops of Juba in spectacular view of red colour. But it was less of a full scale fireworks. Why are they firing? That how South Sudanese celebrates their New Year eve!
It felt as if the capital Juba was under bombardment like a warzone Baghdad and Aleppo. In few minutes, sound of guns lull; and talks were resumed again. Shit! What was all that bullshit about? Asama! Let me tell you this. They are very scared. Rumours had flooded the country that, the rebels would attack Juba. Especially in this time of the year. Our eyes looked as if we were going to run into the reed on the river bank. Oh! Well less we cared. ‘Fuck the Rebels and David Yau Yau for their updates.’ Then we reached the pay counter, we were counted and the bill to enter was 310 SSP excluding refreshment. It was not cheap at all! The bill was paid, and upon entering we were stamped, each on the arm to show at the screening point that we had already paid.
The club was full from non – V.I.P to V.I.P, which made it very difficult to move from one place to another. If you really want to move to another side of the club, you had to force yourself through the groups to get a way through. Otherwise, if you don’t do that, you would be stranded in one place for all night.
Attitude towards women: Hunt Game is on!
People in this club (Signature) were less of charm, but they were scumbags. Their behaviours towards women were not acceptable in any way possible. I was very worried and had a concern that women in South Sudan, will suffer terribly for quiet sometimes in the hands of men. If the government doesn’t come to its senses and act as soon as possible. Before these retarded individuals extend their attitudes to our calmed and intelligent women, who usually stroll on Juba roads in the evening. It is a crime to force someone to do something they don’t like.
These whore males in Juba were just undermining autonomy of will of women. Their freedom of movement, and their association had been taken, by some of the men as for granted. Some of the women I saw that night were not happy with the way these losers were treating them. Some of the women did really put up/condone with this attitude in the club. That night, I saw some of the women were being grinded by the mob, and they were so happy.
They were treating these women badly all night long, as if they were scumbags. They treated them as if they were prostitutes. But the best term to describe theirs perception in mind about these women was ‘sluts’. Even though some of the women dressed like they were going to bed with their partners. There should always be a permission from them, whether you want to hold their hands or you want to do other things. Respect is everything above all. Even if a woman had levelled herself to be a ‘slut’ she would still deserve permission to allow anyone to explore her body or ‘she has a key to the gate’.
That night. Unwelcome touching from some useless men, loomed girls’ happiness brought by the New Year 2015. Myself, I was not happy with some of men who were disrespecting my cousins. I had even nearly punch one idiot in the face for forcing my cousin to dance with him. My cousin made herself very clear to this idiot that she didn’t want to dance. But he insisted, he wanted to. I told him mate! “The girl doesn’t want to dance with you”. “So do her favour, to leave her alone!” But the scumbag was very rude. His argument was that, “why did she come to the night club, if she doesn’t want to dance?” I told him to fuck off. And get a life.
That night, women became prey for men. All drunken men were grabbing any girl that passed their sight. They were like an army of mosquitoes biting and sucking bloods from their victims for all night/day. Such behaviour in this club was out of touch and it was uncivilised in any sense.
Conclusion
Freedom is very important in all the aspects of humans’ lives. My advice to some prudent women. Don’t go to a night club in Juba by yourself. If you risk to do so! God be with you. You may be a victim of gangs/mob rape. Which may result into contracting sexual transmitting diseases (STD) and perhaps there are 99% chances of someone being pregnant by unknown person is not out of question. Which I would rank no. 2 on my list of bad things that could happen to an innocent woman in the night club. But don’t go to the police for help, they are worst nightmare for the shelter, especially for women.
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