Long Run

Adut Deng Anyang

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this book was for the family strungling in sudan- which is called new south sudan now. it is included mum dad, granmather me myself. the struling was comment to any adult and childrents over the years. everyone seem to be strugling even though our childrent. this book is in particuler my later father who is die of fought in south sudan. I am still proud of him and thanks giving to me, i am proud that the job he done for me, i know that he fought for me even when i was born, he was not there in my present but me and my mum magage well to suvive without hm. my grandmother who died, who was the chief of war in world war 1. He was killed by ARab, he was the head of army which mean he was Bany of anya anya 1 during the fight. this person was one who started the reveration moment in south sudan. such as some other leader when to followed him of doing the same thing in sudan. i thousand of hero who has been missing in souther sudane shall be pay the respact to them. there are so many of them. it real leafed as wounded with our all heart. included myself, when i came to australia, i thought that was first and last of looting. but still happen i seen bad happen in 2005,for alapcotor crush. was another looted of father doctor John Garange- mabior.The former of world war 2 which was called SPLA, which was his struling lead in to the freedom of new south sudan.

Sujets

• Personal Memoirs
• Biography
• Long run and short run
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris AU
• Date de parution: 15 mai 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798369491270
• Langue: English

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Long Run
 
 
 
 
 
 
Adut Deng Anyang
 
 
Copyright © 2023 by Adut Deng Anyang.
 

Library of Congress Control Number:
            2023908178
ISBN:
Hardcover
979-8-3694-9129-4

Softcover
979-8-3694-9128-7

eBook
979-8-3694-9127-0
 
 
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Rev. date: 05/12/2023
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
 
 
 
 
 
 
In memory of my fa ther,
who fought and died for South Sudan
CHAPTER 1
M Y FATHER, MAY he rest in peace, died for our country. He was the Minister of Education and Welfare. He was there to make sure every child has the right to an education.
Ever since I was born, he had always been absent. He spent most of his time at war. It was very sad; we were forced to escape to Ethiopia from southern Sudan for our betterment and safety. I had to walk for miles and miles without a father being there with me. I still love him, even though he passed away just like that, without sense or benefit. He was a man who loved the nation, and he would do anything to serve the children. I mean that I am proud of him: he fought for me. My part was to be there as a South Sudanese citizen.
My father had schooling since he was a young child. He finished his secondary education and became the Minister of Education. Meanwhile, the military was always a presence. In the 1995 war, when I five years old, my father was about to take off. I knew that my father would never came back from that war. He took a long while with me beside him, and I saw a vision of a gun. I could not describe what the gun was at that time, since I was only five, but I had a vision of this gun. He knew what it was but did not say; I knew it as well from seeing the vision of the gun he carried. I reflect now that from that vision he knew his time of death. Now I am old enough to figure out what it was.
We were there, the whole family, including my grandmother. Dad was doing two tasks. He was smart; he planned it. He crossed the border for Grandma after planning it, because there were only two ways: either the Arabs would stop Grandma and the people she was with from escaping the border, or Dad would let go of himself to join the military and go off to war. Both things had to happen at once, Grandma crossing the border and Dad starting to fight at one. Meanwhile, we were living that vision; it did not get off our back, and it still came back to him. What a surprise it was that he knew it was his time—he knew exactly when he would go.
Dad died while he was a commander, in 2005, after Dr John Garang de Mabior marked him. Even after we were separated for ten years, that mark of the vision was still there—knowing that time would come, he kept telling his people. What happened is that so many prominent southern Sudanese died in one group. It started with my uncle, Dr Majok Madang, and Dr Deng Allier Madang, followed by Deng Anyang Majok, then the king of the master, in the Ministry of Education and Agriculture, Dr Agree Maluk Kuany. This band of general commanders were marked for death in a single year. I reflect back to 2005 when Baba John died with more people in a helicopter crash. People should care about this because it is something in our blood: our men go like that, and it’s just because of the country—the country that takes people even when we gain freedom. People are still going, generation after generation.
During the years of war in southern Sudan, most of the population have been affected. Many people were bewildered about how to find shelter and food. People have a lot of issues and have been through medical treatment. Many are fairly sick. Malaria is the most common disease over there. People get affected by the sun and heat, and hot weather is commonly experienced. People are always in shock about things happening around them.
There is not enough birth control. Families struggle. People need to become educated about birth control pills and issues of birth. People keep having kids when they do not have enough shelter, so access to birth control is an important issue. Overpopulation is a problem. Some people have too many kids, who turn out not to have enough clothes to wear. There’s no medical support for controlling the birth rate.
The land is broken. The whole country, it seems, faces homelessness. The war has left many lost. Some were born in war, and some even died there in war. The elderly lost their lives in the bush after many years of struggling. There were elderly who had no family—their sons died in war, and nobody looked after them. Some elderly lost their husbands in the war. There seem to be a lot of widows in South Sudan, and mothers looking after the children.
What made everything so difficult for most of us are these needs. We wanted to be in our homeland; we wanted transform our land into a new nation. We want to get rid of the guns and bad people—the people who kill somebody for their belongings. We are looking for ways to stop the suffering for the people of South Sudan, people everywhere in the country. The land is our land. It belongs to us—Black people most of us, Dinka, Nuer, Latuko people, all the Black people in South Sudan. We still have hope of restoring our villages one day. Many villages are lost from flooding.