Our hearts are broken

By Ngor Khot Garang

When people get the chance to go to bed they get blessed to wake up the next day.  They consider luck to be on their side. But the other sad part of it is that luck doesn’t happen quite often as the problems that we use to face with tears every day.

We are people whose beautiful days have been turned to long dark nights and our nights are indescribable. It is hard to be alive in a world that is constantly seeking to destroy you.

When we cry, before we wipe our tears another calamity both natural and man-made strike us.  Is this not living knowing that sooner or later you will not be there because the walls of the world will fall upon you to your untimely death? I think the happy ones especially those accorded with love and respect are the dollar holders not paper holders.

You will find that someone will spend good painful years in school with high hope that when he put the pen down, he will be able to contribute to the development of the country and enjoy like the rest but unthinkably you find that the person  ends up a drunkard or even mad because the market has been taken up by the wrong people, who are in most cases illiterate.

It has occurred to me that the reason why most of the young  people resort to crimes and later end up in prison is because they have nothing to do and when they try to go to school they get thwarted by school fees since  they come from financially disadvantaged backgrounds.

This is hard to understand, life is hard and I don’t know if things will ever change or if we will ever get a space to rest,  relax,  laugh,  play,  dance, stay together and feel at home like the rest of the world.

It makes us to tremble with fear and despair to measure the magnitude of man’s cruelty against his own kind.  As you are thinking of the way to feed your family and working hard to send your children to school, someone is thinking of how to destroy you for the reason that you cannot understand.

Just imagine the millions of people who were once happy at home with their loved ones are now facing acute food shortages in the darkest corners of the world where they are abused both physically and psychologically. Some have perished trying to escape death. I wonder what I would say if I’m given a chance to describe my once beautiful land.

It is quite clear that it is this country where you will not spend three hours without hearing the sound of an ambulance with mourners singing sorrowful songs. It is also here where malnutrition crucify thousands of children.  It is also in this land where businesses like grave digging and coffin making are flourishing more than health centers. And sadly it is in this land where we are cutting the tree that should have given each and every South Sudanese a shade.

And i don’t know if anything will ever break our hearts more than seeing a dying child on street, a young child leaving the world before his/her time because of hunger or minor sickness that could have been treated .

I guess the world is like that but ours surpasses all, the suffering of South Sudanese is beyond pain and something that has for long time been paid less attention. How I wish we had chosen life not death, we would have been the happiest people in the whole world and sorrow as it the norm today would have been replaced with endless stream of happiness.

God for the sake of South Sudan, mend our broken hearts and give each one of us the eyes to see the country that we have for long time sought to destroy and we will not ask you for anything else.

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