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"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing" By Konstantin Josef Jireček, a Czech historian, diplomat and slavist.

Three Years Later: In Living Memory of Isaiah Abraham!

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Isaiah Diing Abraham Chan Awuol Chan who was assassinated on Wednesday, December 5th, 2012, at his Gudele House in Juba city, South Sudan. All fingers are pointing at the government’s secret services that have been known to kidnap and torture media personalities in South Sudan. Isaiah Abraham was never shy of expressing his deep displeasure with President Kiir administration.
“My sons died for this country… The eldest one was killed in Nasir, the other one was killed in Itang, and another one was killed in Yei and now you killed this one for me… I have been wondering when the Arabs came to Juba to kill Isaiah… I wrap my head in a white cloth because I wish South Sudan to be in peace and he who wraps his head in black and kills people at night is responsible for ruining your country; please count me out”—–Late Isaiah Abraham’s Mother, Abuna Rebecca Lueth Wel, speaking during Isaiah’s Memorial Service in Juba, December 13, 2012.
Demonstrating for justice and accountability, for Isaiah Abraham, 5 Dec 2015
Demonstration for justice and accountability in Juba on 5 Dec 2015, marking the 3rd anniversary of the killing of Isaiah Abraham

The Epitaph of a critic, By Ajang Aguer, Canada
In the name of freedom, of humanity, and of liberators;

Of movement, and of development, the hope began
It started so gaily, so willful and so unequivocal to bring justice,
But has now turned in to a snake that bites his own tail
For a decisive pen is too superior a thing; they flinch in pain

The darkness that surrounds us is so monsterous,
But not an inevitability to overcome
A hope for a just and freer society shall not be so dimmed their worth
Fuelled by noisy patriotism of uncertainty,
A vast literally republic remains cowed into submission,
A submission that is both shouldered on blind loyalty and fear
Yet, deprave of any sensibility reduced to a level of silent impotence;

But listen, you fools, it doesn’t part with us until we part with it
Such flitting shadows of callousness and injustice are not immortal
To remain grounded in tribal vanity, devoid of pragmatic acuity is primordial
But, for what the heart desires can’t be taken away,
Freedom rather than repression will free sullied soul
Exempting it from suppression and from pain
A soul, which can’t be depressed by fear;
Nor too much conjured by the sublimest lust for vanity
Is a soul governed by truth and reason!
A day will come when reason will rule; a time when justice will keep the throne;
While the faculties of ineptitudes watch on

But not until then, the hope will be deferred,
Deferred only to remain anguished in paucity;
A congenital poverty – both of the voice and of reason!

Ajang Aguer @ RIP Isaiah Abraham Diing Chan Awuol – your writings still live on.

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