Friday, October 12, 2012



I've always, like many curious, ‘unphilosophic’ and scientific minds, asked myself the point of philosophy in our scientific era. I've only come to the conclusion that it is only a selfish endeavor aimed at the satisfaction of one's own insatiable egoism (me-centeredness), a piece of snobbishness.
Notwithstanding that, it is my pleasure to welcome you here. As a South Sudanese and a Canadian, I have included works that reflect my experiences in these two culturally different worlds.
I have been a war-child, a child on constant move, and a child searching for answers. It's my hope that you'll be inspired to frisk or grope for your own answers whenever possible.

Ideas are all around us. They don't have to be good ideas, but they have to teach one into being good.

We will have to accept some Thomistic abstract here. There are times one has to be careful as to what one has to say, however, there are times when care in one's utterance becomes and obstacle to one's self-appreciation. What do we do then in such a situation? We will have to go with Aristotelian moderation, hard and idealistic as it may be.

As people who'd been exposed to the indignities and dehumanizing effects of war, appreciating ourselves in the abstract seems strange and curious. But still, the desire is overwhelming if not imperious.

At times, this abstract start-up will be mocked and played down by the learned in an attempt to protect their enclaves. This is always the start of something monstrously extraordinary. If the force of such undesired significance exerts itself in a manner that can't be ignored, then it is looked at with: "I knew they had that in them."

Audacity and persistence are never frustrated if taken with the required virtue of humility and the old time cliché of helping the world.

South Sudan has emerged from the dust and blood of fifty years of paralyzing monstrous civil war. To appreciate the beauty South Sudan is is to present the serene Southern echo of weaver bird in a poetic elegance, to present the majesty of the Nile with prescient and hypnotic prose.



As someone who grew up in war conditions and lived as a refugee for a long time, I'm sometimes considered by many people in the 'west' to be prone to (or have) low self-esteem, be poor or illiterate. Living as refugees or displaced persons, who depended on the good will of others put people in a situation where they don't think much about themselves. But that's not everyone though.

As I stood by our front desk at my place work talking about Race and Identity in relation to my book, Is 'Black' Really Beautiful?, the issue of why many African peoples in North America become so over-sensitive when racial issues come up! For many rational people, this owes its origin to slavery and racial segregation.

But one of my coworkers, a person of European descent, was surprised to realize that her 'black' friend, a very intelligent woman, easily becomes irritated by simple things she [friend] considers racist. The friend considers any mention of a watermelon racist; and complains a lot about 'white privilege.' This means that discrimination is considered something 'whites' don't face because of 'white privilege.' In any discussion between 'blacks' and 'whites', 'white privilege' issue comes up!