About Me

I was born somewhere in the sixty, seventy, eighty or ninety who knows. My mother doesn't know and my father doesen't know either. Whom shall I blame for that mistake. It the government of Sudan who dennied my grand-grandfather and mother access to education? Or is it the Dinka worriors who put their lives styles on animals? Or Shall I blame my father who died before I was born or before he get married to my mother for not recording the birth years of his children? Or should I put blame on my mother who didn't know how to read and write for not creating somekind of traditional way for keeping things for references? I am confused, I don't know who to blame. However, I will withdraw my blames from anyone back then and put everything on the greedy government of Sudan who doesn't for its own people.

Yes, I don't know my date of birth. I was born somewhere in the seventy. Of cause I don't know my country of birth. I am from Sudan. I left Sudan in 1987 when the war started to get intend between the Islamic Government of Northern Sudan and the SPLA/M (Sudanese People Liberation Arm/Movement. The SPLA was not strongh back then, so the government of Sudan launched attached on the SPLA including civils in South Sudan. As the SPLA noticed the killing approaching the villages, young people where ordered to leave as soon as they can because they were the target of the war. The Sudan government decided to killed every child in South Sudan to avoid any future leader that will come out of that generation. So, we escaped by matching to Ethiopia and leave our parents behind.

If I can remember, I was seven years old by then. And parents agree to let me go because they knew I would be killed if the refused me going with children who were going to Ethiopia for safety and also hoping to find a way to go to school. It was spring time when the journey started. In was in the cattle camp five miles away from my village. I didn't know what was going til four days before our journey start. My father sent my sister to come to the cattle camp to inform me about the journey. I was happy young boy enjoying the beauty of my father wealths. At 8:00PM before milking activity began, my sister showed up with in the middle of nowhere! As soon I saw her, I was excited because everytime she comes to the camp, she brings foods. In the the cattle camp, finding food is very hard, so seeing someone who come from the village excited people.

She puts down her belongings and started greeting us. I was so excited and not even listening to what she was saying about the village. All I care was food. My uncles and aunts started unstoppable conversation that didn't interested me. But not knowing what was in my sister's mind. It was getting late, and I had to go to takecare of other stuff. My uncle told to go and bring Jeek a milking container. So I left. the jeek was taken by someone two hours ago and said he was going to bring it back as soon he is done. But never returned it. I went ahead and look for the guy. It took me so long to find the guy. So, I came back. As soon I arrived, I noticed something wasn't going right. The food was already gone. All the elders where happy and still enjoying their conversations. More coming