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Roles of Traditional Authority Leaders
By: Acuil Malith Banggol
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Colonisation has left a complex legacy that includes the institutionalised demonisation of communal traditional authority and ideals of collaborative existence and mutuality. In South Sudan, intellectuals with an acute lack of ideological perception tend to instinctively copy their former colonial masters. They blindly recite colonial misconceptions of the South Sudanese traditional communal federal system. This leads to significant underestimation of a powerful resource and generator of unity in our own cultural system.
Indeed, President Kiir, in his historic address on the occasion of the Oath of Justice of the Supreme Court on 3 June 2006, acknowledged the value of incorporating our own cultural and human resources when he reminded us that‘our governance must be well grounded in our traditional laws and customs... It must be borne in mind by all that this has been one of the underlying causes in the quest for freedom and human dignity. Our cultural identification and development in all its forms must be unchained and facilitated to reach the same heights as is the case elsewhere in our continent, or the rest of the globe for that matter…’
This research study, conducted in 2013/2014 in the Republic of South Sudan, investigated the meaning and purpose of the policy of Taking Towns to Rural Peoples and the indispensible roles that traditional authority leaders (TALs) play in realising it in a timely and sustainably manner. The purpose was to examine the assertion that an organisational culture could be institutionalised to recognise the status and roles of TAL institutions, and subsequently to fulfil the legal framework that mandated the incorporation of TAL institutions in the establishment, composition and functions of the Executive and Legislature at national, state and local government levels in the Republic of South Sudan. Through TALs and traditional communal federal systems, we can harness the diversity of South Sudan to create a unified, modern nation-state grounded in our own cultural roots.
By: Victor Lugala
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“If you want to know why South Sudanese broke away from the Sudan, then White House is the novella to read. Though Southerners have ancestral hatred of the Northerners, called pejoratively “jallaba”, they have, through the ages, nursed the desire to break away from their clutches. And each time they embarked on a war of liberation, successive Sudanese governments have dealt with them ruthlessly.
The 1990s were the worst decade for the residents of Juba, South Sudan's capital. This was at the height of the SPLM/SPLA war. Things were so bad that Victor Lugala's main character, Riti, thought the year 1992 was “the year God wept for Juba”. For, a girlfriend, Southerner, did not want him to escape to Khartoum leaving her in Juba. But his own sister, a girlfriend to a Northern security officer called Abbas, who had a son with her against her mother's wishes spirits his Southern “brother-in-law” to relative safety in Khartoum. This tangled story of love in times of war makes Riti and Abbas, Leila and Bianca as well as Riti's mother, prototypes of characters we shall meet with in many future novels of our wars.
Like other novels of wars the events Victor Lugala narrates read like journalistic reports though they are all imaginary. In case you want to know why it is called "White House” let me tell you: that is the headquarters of the hated (and feared) State Security organ. You are lucky if you emerged from there alive!''
- Professor Taban lo Liyong
The Story of My Journey Through the Turbulent Times of Life
By: Martin Marial Takpiny
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The author of this little life story, Professor Martin Marial Takpiny, requires little introduction to many South Sudanese readers. Now a retired senior citizen in Australia as well of his native South Sudan, the son of a traditional Dinka chief, school teacher, former legislator, provincial commissioner, equivalent of state governor, twice a political, university don, and finally, an internally displaced person, together with his family, the author has seen it all: bad and good days, glory and humiliation, pain and happiness, at different times and places during his many years as a public servant, an era characterised by turbulence caused by Sudan’s brutal and long civil wars of 1955–1972 and 1983–2005. The two armed conflicts pitted the insurgents from what is today sovereign South Sudan against the central government in Khartoum, which they accused of exercising a system of rule based on exclusion and discrimination on account of creed and race.
The writer and the readers of this book should consider themselves lucky. Had the author of the book you are about to read delayed for another three years in committing to paper his life story, the chances are that these particular experiences would only have continued to reside in his memory. Unfortunately, due to diabetes that has affected his sight Prof Marial will not be able to see the colours, the lines that he wrote, the shape and size of this book, not to mention reading these lines I am writing.
The cycle of life as described above went on normally in Parial village. A situation developed two years after weaning me. I became sick. I faced the turbulence without modern weapons, the drugs. From zero years to five years old is a dangerous range according to UN studies. The studies indicated many children south of the Sahara died below or at the age of five years. I was within the zone of death. The few lucky ones escaped. I was one of them.
The moment I felt unwell the best magicians of the area were summoned into action. A chance came to extract something from the paramount chief. The magicians went about doing their business. They started killing chickens, goats and bulls as offerings to whatever wanted to deprive me of life. My father was determined I would survive, the only son at that time, before my stepbrothers were born.
My sickness became the story of the year. The magicians tried herbs they knew that could cure. They presented themselves as lifesavers through their endeavours to make me continue to live. I became known to many people without them ever seeing me.
I came out of the death pattern of children south of the Sahara. The sequence of life in Parial went on as usual and people moved to the camps during the dry season and back to their villages at the beginning of the rainy season. A terrible misfortune that changed my life then happened. It devastated the Apar family, the Ajak section and the whole sub district of Yirol. The turbulence was like a tsunami.
The New Dawn South Sudan
By Acuil Malith Banggol
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