Sunday, October 20, 2013

Abyei, You'll Come Back Home

Abyei, You’ll Come Back Home


Déjà vu! Nothing but broken bones and broken promises
Bad, grotesque and impious men in dangerous disguises


Years ago you were misled into pretentious consolation
For years you’ve yearned without confrontation
Coming home has become torturous and intergenerational
You’ve cried rivers but solution expected national
You’ve hemorrhaged plenty but the world is indifferent
Big men have intervened only to fall back in severance
We watched your homelessness with awful anger
Blackness, charred huts, dead youngsters… dreadful answer
But what has become of consciousness carers?
What has become of your leaders, who’ve become starers?
Late Nyankol asked relevant questions only to go unanswered
You’ve done much for yourself to be free and pampered
But no, your freedom has become bigger than your very being
Promises of 1972 are over and again being seen
You ask yourself what you’ve done to deserve this
And we ask ourselves how the sleepy leadership persists
The greedy old fellows sold you and passed
But like a strong, sleepy lioness, you won’t be suppressed
With white turban and gown comes the impious schemer
With blue suit and tie comes your leader, the clueless dreamer
With tears, blood, death, hunger, wretchedness you remain
We’ve seen the fat, pot-bellied dreamer in the main
You’ve been sacrificed as the turban and the tie bargain
You’ve been abandoned but the dreamers complain
Little to nothing is promised as 2005 promises are now 1972
You’ve taken it with grace and you’ll pull through
Wipe your tears for you need your strength and will
Document your sorrows for you’ll need them still
The world saw the smoke of your burning villages
It saw you burn down, watching emotionlessly like savages
Something reminiscent of the savage slave masters
It’s difficult to know who’s to blame in all quarters
But one thing we all know: your innocence shines
And in the thick of it all we are ashamed and you’ll be fine
All you’re asking for is to go home and be free
It isn’t too much to ask but it’s now at an exorbitant fee
Abyei, you’ll come back home!
Funny and sad because you’re home but not home
You’re near but you’re still far
In the end, you’ll be a free star!
Abyei, You’ll come back home!

(c) Kuirthiy 



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!