March 20, 2015(Nyamilepedia) — There is no humiliating experience a man ever had then being forced to watch while his females family members including toddlers are being gang raped, their genital organs stabbed with a pointing rough sticks and set them on fire afterward before the males are asked to feed on their flesh as they too meet their fades through slaughter with a blunt knife. What a brutality! His infants screamed out to him in pain “papa help” but papa was helpless. His mama, and wife unconsciously reached out their hands beckoning him to hear their last wishes before their last breath. Under knife point He was forced to deny all the atrocities his eyes beheld.
He stood against a beast oppression and won the battle and caged the beast in a barren land after a pierce long battle. Like a woman in severe haemorrhage his blood oozed out like Nile water pouring to Mediterranean Sea through the delta. He took a social outcast by the hand and gave him his thrown for him to feel like a king once in his life time. Oh what regretful decision! He kept vigilant in the night guarding him. He gave him the full freedom to rule like a Lord. He lowered himself to a servant position.
He thought his cousin whom he made king would be pleased for his humility. after enthroning, the Ishmael spat on him. He crushed him down. Confiscate all his wealths and feed them to outlanders. His princes and princesses the outcast enslaves and made him his gate man. The man has become the once outcast now Lord’s laughing stack. His land helplessly weep in pain and anguish he the the selfish cruel Lord oppressed them until they couldn’t cry any longer. The poor has he starved to death. Widows has he oppressed. The land became home of flesh scavenging vultures in the dry season and a wild beasts feasting table in the wet season. “You claim to be all knowing, Devine , pierce , feared by all nations but today have you become a fool raising me above thyself. Shall thou remainth servant to me oh self claimed godly” the once outcast and now Lord mocked him.
“Hear oh international community and all you dwellers of the earth” the man cried out . “my very own cousin I made king raised up his hand to strike me. I left my palace for my life. He became so angry, weep and howl looking for who to devour after missing to strike me on the head. Turned he against the innocents, my damsel , toddlers, mothers, has he raped, mass graved ,and forced some to live with mud fish in the mud, snakes in the jungle and the wild beast tore some into pieces and the remnant has he starved to death, my lads has he fed on human flesh and beheaded them”.
He followed the widows from their hiding place of refuge and massacred them. They refused to bury them and decided to feed their flesh to the bird of the mountains and wild beast. The remainders, wild fire consumed.
My neighbours became fools and conspired with him. I overheard them whispering to each other, “come on! come on! make haste! lets go down to destroy it down to ashes. This Land that set itself above us. The land of milk and honey. Lets go and take share in its natural resources. For this is the only opportunity for us to take advantage of her. The time has come for us to fully exploit its riches. Come, let’s go and fight for our prosperity lest we remain unto it servants forever. Unfortunately, the cabin-boy who lacks understanding welcome them with open arms. There they feast as the natives starve to death.
they massively mobilized ruthless brutal troops against me. They hunted for me like plundered loots. Fortunately, all their deadlines eventually died down. I jeered at them in my secret hiding place. “Aren’t you satisfied? Why keepth thou following me even in the bush with outlanders” I shouted at them from a far off.They forgot I could be the deadliest prey. For they say, let finish what we have started. Let’s make sure all his seed got spoiled. They set my very roots against me. My own vein swelled in anger and burst forth and caused me headache. I doubted my own veins. My veins tremulously denied the adversary’s unadulterated evils. They nicknamed then “Nuerweew” afterward.
I bitterly lamented in the jungle yet no one came with comforting words , instead I was showered with blames. I had wanted to roar but I remembered God of the bible saying ” pay no evil for evil”. I had wanted to strike back but something laid hold of my lightening strike. The world enjoy my anguish as they watched reluctantly and completely taken in by allegations. They condemned me for having ran for my life. They called me all sort of names for having save my dear life from my brutal cabin-boy I made king and condemned him not.
The death snared escapees furiously hastened for revenge. They Massively gather themselves males and females, young and old, for a battle. Their iron-made-like feet crushed any reptiles they stepped up on as they bravely match. The world shiver as they closely watch bare handed flesh faces machines. The cousin roots trembled and the stem fraught with fear of his fade.
Unconditionally, I love this my cabin-boy. We’ve both just caged a beast which almost devour us and our live stocks. I unconditionally love him. I therefore lower my head thoughtfully and said to myself in the bush, no matter what he has become, in his veins still run the blood of our forefathers we both share. I mercifully change my mind and decided to pardon him his and his perpetrators’ iniquities. I said no blood for blood, no rape for rape , no slaughter for slaughter, no city ruin for city ruin.
Now hear me out oh outlanders. you whose lust for wealth made you to step boots on this sticky mud, listen. Your ignorant of the prey thou art chased will cost thee double. I admonish thou flee swiftly for thy life like I did when fleeing from my very own palace for I shall have mercy on thee and thy seed. Thy land shall I not bring to ruin as thou did to mine. Don’t wait for the cloud to rain before thou flee. For if it doeth, I will roar thunderclap that will deafen you and from my face will lightening proceed that will blinded you and shall my mercy flee from you. When it rain, my seed and cut branches shall spring up and will I become a full vine bearing more trigs, leaves , flowers then fruits again.
There then shall I have only one to thank in fasting and prayers, God. Widows and remnants alike, oppressed and oppressors alike shall once again rejoice and dance to the Lord for having deliver them. Shall the Land be free again. all the oppressed freed and all tribal cords loosened as South Sudan takeover the tribal cords as the only ties that bind all south sudanese irregardless of regions, states and tribes. The Lord shall return the smiles and giggling of children be heard again.
I have Metaphorically written this to paint this brutal war picture in parables.
How would you paint your own picture of the story when asked concern the current war in South Sudan?