The Kush Republic: Sometimes lights come and we chase them away
6 min readBy Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan
July 7, 2016 (SSB) — Reflection is the fragrance in our minds, our life, our living and our society at large can some time from just a simple call be all betrayers. The voice we heed and never answered, the pains we endure and never remedied can drives everyone including myself insane. Here in Kush Republic things are done according to the force of interest and the mystery of intellect, to hinder the forth growth of the society.
When all men became farmers there would be no hunger but still will live in an environment of circumstances and tyrannies. How many have gone with work of farming to gain riches, owe people credits and had built granaries to shop as an instant, that will later make all men to worship the mystery of farming, pruning and weeding in the wake of dews doldrums. All that occupy our minds are reverie to go merchandizing, self-same and giving out wholesome for a little price of fame.
In our living they say old-men bring appeasement, in my little growth of 20 years I had spent in this world no source of old man I did found appeasement, they work on different matters, to be sincere, what attention did our living got from them? As old men should be storage for future betterment, growth and stability of any society, like a fisher going early in the water to greet new fishes who might have come when he last step out of the water, their memory which supposed to be the teeming mother of wisdom is failing us.
Now some of you might be reading this post, born healthy and ready to work out anything but from when he/she left the bed a tooth brush a person he conversed, no morning coffee, no breakfast and even in less confidence of getting on with lunch. While the old men you fancy most could bring their faces in an olive bowl in your walled mirror, some still sleeping, vexations and look outs for what should wake their bodies.
Some also might be getting up early in the morning to travel two hours distant for three hundred pay, still if it would have been on the order of every end the case would have gone from its nakedness to clothing.
We clothe ourselves with shame, now if any of you could read this post and think that imagination is not a thought then that person is fighting against his own opinion. Sometimes we sit in the class to acquire knowledge and others sometime sit in the class pretending to be seeking knowledge while just evading. Old men must stand alone from inciting something that ruins society, if they want wealth then better look for them and omit generating them from the fountain of society, (the youth).
All of us who were gasping for breath must now see that the fantasies of this world bring us to one judgement against our wills. As we live in the world of fantasies, mythology, philosophy, poetry and science, verification of the interest must be done to separate ourselves from other despoiled old men. I am sorry for the strange imagination I am spiting but this insane life must be in comparison.
As poet may make this verse
Lone and in the farm
Wise farmer will you harm
The oxen ploughing your farm
The chicken lowing the grass
The solitude in the farm are you not tired
Alone must you bear your conscience
The sentence but lo,
We bright thieves of our meals
If for instant you’re sitting lonely in your house with full store, what sweetness do you find there, remember what “wise Solomon said that life is useless, is like chasing the wind” If you’re a man chasing life then you must not say a word among your fellows, for inferiority in you distanced. As the old proverb goes “for the troubled river rushed to the sea, but calm lake slumbered among mountains”.
Your time you who have spent much time in this world is near, so why race for the little we should beget later on. Since I came to this world I never found any truth in learning, if men govern nature to lay down their laws then how could one understand the possibility of learned. Now wisdom we expect from the governors of who should constantly cowed this, but was just an utterance a pity we comforted our ears in the sphere.
Ba lo tiou
Na ye ran ee been nyuoth bany piou
AS my grandmother said “Where is then the safe haven to go, if everyone dreams of affluent” she spoke that in her life what I am experiencing. Those riches are sharply our fears, we are fated for no apparent reason, starving our souls, now listen you who might read this chain of affection, stop hate, praise not affluent, don’t let rust estrange from the cob it might strangle your bosom.
My advice to you who is reading
Give little of your food to your nearby neighbor, stop gossiping about what runs in south Sudan there are people to gossip not you, go into your farm and cultivate, prune and weed the harvest will see your labour. Stop basing your life on what government will do for you, what are you? Are you not a truth of your own, are you not a maker of your destiny. If you are a teacher go and teach the children it is a matter that I am not near you this would have been our passions together.
Stop insulting and despising your grandmother, grandfather and an old man you find on the way they walk with life in their eyes. If you are married enjoy your beautiful life together with your wife, have funs with your children you are not seeming to be enemies. If you are a Nuer, Dinka, Shilluk, Bari or from the all the tribes of south Sudan and being asked about what tribe are you just say I am from south Sudan or from Kush Republic.
If you have no money to study in Europe, America or some giant world just remain in Juba and go on with your mind, how much knowledge is got when paying money, it is only luxury that we pay for, stop being distracted by your own image. Start from today your future plans, give your little time to your wife and children to at least for them to know that they have head of their government.
Remember your family is your government and you’re their Salva Kiir. If you could have time call for discourse with your neighbours and discuss something for betterment of your togetherness. Never harass a woman if you are the Human Resource Manager for her owning of the job it won’t do you something.
Stop being lie to yourself and all will be okay with you.
The author, Riak Marial Riak, is a self-driven poet, Philosopher, Writer, and dramatist, with a Diploma in Human Resource and Management; he can be reached through his email: riakdeng23@gmail.com
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