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Remembering Professor Ambrose Ahang Beny Acuar

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By Laura Nyantung Ahang Beny.

July 8, 2008 — In the quiet tranquility of the beautiful village of Panebei in Yirol, Sudan lies in a deep eternal sleep a humble soul. He rests peacefully beside his beloved Mother, Kulang Mou Kacuol, in a place he never really left, free at last and unencumbered by the burdens of our physical world. There is no running water there as of yet, but it is his home and my home, too. He is Ambrose Ahang Beny Acuar, my beloved Father.

My Father was born around the year 1938 in Aturok, Yirol, Southern Sudan into an Atuot Dinka family. His father was Beny Acuar and his mother was Kulang Mou Kacuol. He had five brothers—Madol, Macar, Kon (deceased), Ahou (deceased), and Cieng—and one sister—Acuoth. My Father left home at an early age to attend school at a time when the schools in southern Sudan were run by British colonialists. In what I believe was a compromise, my Grandfather, Beny Acuar, had selected my father from among his siblings to attend school. At the time, Dinka families generally preferred boys and young men to be reared for a life of cattle-herding. Boys spent many days of the year in the cattle camps and it was an honorable thing to do. Curious, I often asked my Father why Beny Acuar chose him and not another sibling. I believe that his Father recognized his brilliance and wisdom from an early age and thus sent him to school.

Although my Father was the only person in his immediate family to receive a formal education, he never forgot where he came from and he did not view himself as superior to those who remained in the village. Instead, my Father had a rather complex understanding of his physical and existential journey from home. It was part blessing and part curse, he once told me. He never fully elaborated on this point but I understand it thus: his journey was a blessing in that it exposed him to a wide variety of intriguing ideas, people, and worlds and it was a curse in that it came at the cost of frequent alienation, loneliness, and deeply missing his parents and siblings as well as the simplicity of life in the village and cattle camps. Remembering his childhood, my Father often reflected on the “foreignness” of the southern towns where his early schools were located and his experience of “culture shock” being worlds away from home, even while physically close by modern standards of transportation. My Father also humorously shared how he loved school holidays because they meant a homecoming during which he would drink fresh cow milk to his heart’s content, rid his system of the “awful” food of colonial boarding schools, and shake off the pretenses of town life with a deep sigh of relief, relaxing back into Atuot society, culture and song as if he had never left them.

My Father first attended Akot Primary School, and from there went on to Loka Intermediate School and Rumbek Secondary School. From the beginning, he excelled academically, finishing at the top of his class at each level. He absolutely loved ideas and learning, more for their own sake than for any instrumental purpose—he probably would have been at home among the Greek philosophers. Indeed, he recently lamented to me how education is increasingly viewed instrumentally and students choose majors based on potential monetary remuneration rather than passion and genuine curiosity. By his final year, Rumbek Secondary School had been relocated to Khartoum because of the outbreak of the first civil war in the mid 1950s. It was his first time to travel North, creating yet another “culture shock” for him. However, he quickly adjusted to life in Khartoum and indeed quite enjoyed it. After all, his early years were a study in dramatic contrasts, adjustments and seamlessly straddling multiple worlds and imaginations.

Because of his exemplary performance at Rumbek Secondary School, my Father won a coveted spot at the University of Khartoum, affectionately called the “U. of K.”, at a time when admissions were extremely selective. Thus, he was among the earliest southern Sudanese students to attend the university. Once again, he excelled academically, winning the University Shell Company Prize for the best all-around intermediate year student in the Faculty of Arts, U. of K, in 1962. My Father had a fascinating and memorable experience at the U. of K. It was the first time for him to experience such profound intellectual cross-fertilization born of the convergence of some of the Sudan’s best young minds from every region of the country.

It was during his undergraduate studies that my Father came to deeply appreciate the significance of “being Sudanese”. He made many sincere and lasting friendships with classmates from every region of the Sudan, including colleagues who held vastly different political views. Many of these friends, most of whom had not seen my Father for many years, have graciously and heartwarmingly reached out to me in recent months to offer their condolences and share fond memories of my Father. Ibrahim Ayoub, for example, kindly shared with me that “[h]e was intelligent and hardworking. He was one of the first students from the South I dealt with….Both us recognized in that early stage that we belonged to what is now known as marginalized parts of our country and we were sure that one day we would be treated on equal footings with others after we regain our rights as suppressed peoples.” And Professor Abdullahi A. Ibrahim, another U. of K. colleague wrote, “I will keep the memory of Ambrose as a Sudanese gentleman and an elegant Dinkaman.” Indeed, it was as a young man at the U. of K. that my Father simultaneously embraced the universality of “being Sudanese” and intellectually articulated southern Sudanese aspirations for equality and respect in their country.

In 1965, my Father graduated from the U. of K. with a B.A. in English Literature and Economics, First Class Honors. Although he was a double major, his primary passion was literature, a subject in which he would pursue further studies. He won a fellowship to study in the USA from the African Graduate Fellowship Program (AFGRAD) of the Africa-America Institute and he pursued post-graduate studies in English Literature at Indiana University, Bloomington, where he earned a Masters Degree in the subject. It was an auspicious time because my Mother was a sociology student there. My Mother’s Kenyan roommate enthusiastically exclaimed, “There is someone very special I want you to meet.” After they married, my parents returned briefly to the Sudan in 1967 before moving to England, where my Father was a University of Khartoum Senior Scholar at Leeds University and earned an M. Phil. in English Literature in 1969.

In the early 1970s, Africa called my father home yet again and he joined Makerere University in Kampala, Uganda as a lecturer in literature. Makerere was a very exciting place to be in the 1960s and 1970s because many renowned African scholars and literary giants, including several southern Sudanese, had converged upon the university—proudly referred to as the “Harvard of Africa” at the time. African literature had just burst onto the global literary scene with Heinemann’s African Writers Series and post-colonial literary criticism was vibrant and provocative. Although my parents very much enjoyed their life in Kampala, they were eventually forced to depart Uganda due to the infamous political crisis under Idi Amin’s presidency. The family’s next stop was Toronto, Canada, where my Father began his doctoral studies at York University in African and post-colonial literature. He interrupted his Ph.D. studies in the late 1970s, however, to return to the Sudan to serve as Deputy Director of the Department of Culture in the Ministry of Culture and Information. For southern intellectuals, the 1970s were years of great optimism and promise, because of the 1972 Addis Ababa Peace Agreement and the many aspirations contained therein. Many southern professionals, my Father among them, had enthusiastically returned home to participate in nation-building. At the Ministry of Culture and Information, among other things, he was instrumental in creating the first amateur dramatic society and the Nyokuron Cultural Center in Juba and helped to compile a national folklore that celebrated the Sudan’s cultural diversity.

My Father next joined the nascent University of Juba (the “U. of J.”), the first university in southern Sudan and a creation of the 1972 Addis Ababa Peace Agreement. There, he taught African, British and post-colonial literature and served as the Dean of the College of Education, the first southerner ever to hold that position. It was an exciting, yet tumultuous and often difficult, time in the life of the U. of J. Perhaps not surprising for a university that was born out of political strife between the “center” and the “margins” of the country, student activists and their faculty supporters conflicted with faculty and administrators—the latter dispatched mostly from the “center”—on issues such as whether the university was fostering the growth of a “homegrown” intelligentsia, among others. Many students felt, for instance, that insufficient numbers of students, faculty and administrators were from the South.

As a dean and a revered faculty member, my Father had to carefully navigate these conflicts. This was not an easy task, especially as he was sympathetic to several of the students’ grievances, many of which were identical to the grievances of the university students of his generation. As Professor Bakheit shared with me, “[h]e was one very strong Dean who always stood strongly for the defense of southern students’ rights in the Senate and the Deans’ Board meetings.” And, a former student and protege, Dr. John Mairi Blackings, recently suggested that egalitarianism—award of merit—was my Father’s approach at the U. of J.: “If today, graduates of the non-honours-offering college of Education are being recruited as TAs, it was because of the vision of Ambrose who wanted the college to had builds its own staff base, and in the process give southerners a chance to be part of the higher education in the Sudan. That is the Ambrose I remember; a visionary and a fighter for social justice.” Here, I only add that egalitarianism was my dear Father’s general approach to life and humanity.

When the second civil war broke out in the early 1980s, Juba Town became increasingly unstable and it became nearly impossible to feed a family on a professor’s salary. By the early 1990s, my Father had left the Sudan for Canada. His life of exile in Canada was challenging in many ways. I often wondered if we would ever return home, since the war dragged on, seemingly without end. Nevertheless, despite financial and other hardships, my Father remained intellectually engaged. He attended academic conferences—such as those organized by the Sudan Studies Association, the African Studies Association, the Modern Language Association, etc.—as much as possible, presenting papers and enthusiastically engaging with his intellectual peers, often having a blast. He emphasized the need for southern scholars to write the history of southern Sudan, indeed of the Sudan as a whole, to reflect the reality that southern Sudanese are participants and not mere subjects in the history of their region and country. He considered issues of higher education and curriculum development in the Sudan, with a special emphasis on multicultural education in a diverse nation like the Sudan.

My Father also fearlessly traversed controversial intellectual terrain. Among other delicate issues, for instance, he explored the hitherto dominant meaning of “being Sudanese” through an analysis of the imagery and character portrayals in the works of Al Tayeb Saleh, like the infamous Mustafa Sa’eed in Season of Migration to the North. My Father’s analysis of this work angered several northern Sudanese intellectuals. However, he patiently and gracefully explained to them that literary criticism is not personal, but rather is a sociopolitical-cultural analysis that aims to understand where the work is “coming from” (i.e., standpoint epistemology) and what it tells us about the wider society that produced the author and, ultimately if less obviously, the author’s work. My Father, I quietly observed at the time, relished the challenge with all the adrenaline of an intellectual maverick, a profound love of his country that defied words and, above all, a rare and courageous sense of honesty. As Professor Charles Bakheit reminisced, “his frankness was such that he would inadvertently upset some people. But he never ever went out of his way to do so.” Professor Malik Balla echoed a similar sentiment, “I’ll always miss him in the meetings and gathering that he enlighten with his deep thought and yes with his sarcasm….We’ve lost a great man who can say many things that we can’t.” And Professor John Mairi Blackings wrote, “he was a man who was far ahead of his time and contemporaries. He is one of the rare serious academics the South has ever had.” The sharpness of his wit was matched, if not surpassed, only by the depth of his frankness and intellectual honesty.

My Father was also “political through and through”, as Professor Abdullahi A. Ibrahim recently remarked. During his years of exile, he remained politically active in Canada, participating in Sudanese community groups and joining the young men and women in political activism (e.g., protest against the Canadian oil concerns in the late 1990s). Felix Dumo in Canada lamented, “[w]e have lost one of our greatest fighters against Talisman, one, uncle Ambrose Ahang.” Importantly, my Father also tried to bridge the divide between northern and southern Sudanese community groups in Canada. As Amir Zahir shared with me, “[h]e profoundly understood the deeply-rooted mistrust of many Southerners, and the short-sighted, and ethno-centric views of many of the northerners. He, however, was almost above it all.” All the same, as H.E. Lual Deng remarked, he “was a southern nationalist of the first order.” My Father demonstrated to me that there is no conflict between loving one’s own and loving others, cautioning me often against the dead-end road of the “politics of hate”.

In May 2007, my Father was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Of course, I was devastated and afraid. However, my Father did not pity himself, nor did he show any fear. In quintessential Ahang Beny fashion, he told us not to be afraid or despair, because "I won’t be the first person who ever died, or the last." Like that, for as long as I can remember, my Father reflected on the general human condition and never set himself apart for special consideration or pity. It is that magnanimity and borderless universality that gave rise to the following moment I recorded in my Journal on November 1, 2007, after a doctor’s visit before what was to be his final visit to the Sudan:

“the doctor…filling in for Dr. Leighl was Anne, from Ireland. We asked Anne so many questions about Dad’s trip to the Sudan and what to expect in the coming months, what to do before we leave, and while we’re there in the Sudan, etc. And Dad was so brilliant, as usual, as ever; he was optimistic, but also realistic and when the doctor said that this disease (the cancer that eats Dad and that Dad fights with his mind of steel) is definitely changing and is in a process, Dad opined resolutely and courageously: ‘Yes, it’s not static’ and ‘I don’t come here looking for guarantees’….Then, Dad abruptly changed the subject to Ireland. He told Anne that he has always admired the Irish people, because they have a lot in common with his people, the Southern Sudanese, having been oppressed for ages and yet ever resolute in their struggle. Then, he turned to Yates, the Irish poet and James Joyce, the Irish Novelist, whom even the Irish run away from because he is so difficult to understand, writing in a stream of consciousness as he did. Anne, the Irish doctor, was amazed that this man, facing the challenge of his life, could deflect the dire situation to the beauty of the Irish people and their literature and even dissect their literature and explain to Anne that in order to appreciate and, more importantly, to understand James Joyce’s Ullyses, one must first have read his prior works, the Dubliners and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I was speechless and mesmerized. Here I was trying to get answers to practical questions about life and death matters concerning Dad and Dad is reveling in the beauty of a people, the Irish, their art, their ideas, and their history. He could not be as bothered by the mundane as by the beauty of art, life and humanity….And, [he] grinned, that beautiful and brilliant grin of his with the sparkle of brilliance in his eyes.”

My Father’s character through his illness gave me enormous strength and though I lamented his eventual passing, I found serenity in his extraordinary strength and dignity. He continued to read his fine books covering a wide range of topics from Shakespeare to the Israeli Lobby in the U.S. to Darfur to the Iraq War, which he opposed. He also continued to listen to his fine music—however, none more than music from all over the Sudan. I believe it deeply comforted him to sleep with the familiar and soothing sounds of home. It certainly comforted me to hear the music from my room. Most mornings of his final year, I brought his tea—shai bi leben or “white tea”, as he called it—to his room, pulled up a stool by the side of his bed, we drank tea together and we talked about everything from the mundane to the intellectually profound, much of it about the Sudan.

Daily, I considered myself enormously blessed to have his constant company, wisdom, love and support. During his final year, my Father shared my pre-tenure trials and tribulations as if they were also his. He encouraged me every step of the way. Often, we worked until the early hours of the morning, I in my room writing and he in his room reading, with the soothing sounds of the Sudan in the background. In a bittersweet turn of events, I was promoted to full professor with tenure on May 1, 2008, exactly the one year anniversary of my Father’s fateful diagnosis. He missed my tenure by less than three months, but I believe he knows and is proud. I could never have achieved it without his inspiration and support.

In March 2007, with the help of relatives, GONU/GOSS and members of the Yirol community, my siblings and I honored our Father’s final wish that he be buried beside his Mother in Panebei, Yirol, Sudan. It was the single thing that he asked of us upon his diagnosis on May 1, 2007. He drew a map of the area and we promised him that we would fulfill his wish. The entire village and beyond came to his burial, a three day traditional Atuot ceremony. There were prayers, song, traditional dance, remembrance of our ancestors, many tributes, and even humor, which I know my Father would have appreciated. Perhaps most touching, the children clamored for the limited prayer cards with our Father’s photo because, they told us, they want to follow in Ahang Beny Acuar’s footsteps academically and otherwise and the prayer card will serve as a reminder of that dream. (Beyond that, the nation owes these dear children the means to fulfill their profound hunger for education so that it is no longer a mere dream but a reality.)

Ahang Beny Acuar was a true Sudanese and a beautiful mind and human being. He is my guiding light and my soul inspiration.

Ambrose Ahang Beny passed peacefully on the evening of February 19, 2008 in Toronto, Canada.

Laura N. A. Beny is Professor of Law at the University of Michigan Law School at Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA. She was born in Khartoum, Sudan, and raised in the United States. This tribute is part of a longer memoir-in-progress of Ambrose Ahang Beny’s unique life and contributions to his community and country. Professor Beny plans to establish a scholarship in her Father’s name for Sudanese students of literature, irrespective of regional or ethnic origin.



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  • 9 July 2008 05:33, by Koang Tut Jing

    Great work, Laura. Death never separate you from a loved one. Keep him in mind always.

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    • 9 July 2008 06:25, by Gabe

      there is nothing greater than a family bonded by love laura, may God comfort you and the entire family.

      Gabe

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      • 13 July 2008 07:31, by nyantung

        Dear Gabe: Yes, there is no bond stronger than pure, unconditional love, which is what he gave us and we give in return.

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    • 9 July 2008 06:33, by Bol Joseph Agau

      Dear Nyantung,
      Please, forward me more articles concerning other topics because i am in love with your strong command of the English language.
      I love literature and i am looking forward to study Law soon.
      send to my inbox at bollonagau2001@yahoo.com

      Please don’t give in to those who may misunderstand my request as other thing on this web as it is a common thing here (misunderstanding).

      View online : Remembering Professor Ambrose Ahang Beny Acuar

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  • 9 July 2008 06:27, by Bol Joseph Agau

    Dear Nyantung mar,
    I am pleased to have read this. I am proud of your existence through the lineage of the great man of our land.
    I wish you the best in the future life as i see in you the replica of your dad in your writings.
    The article in my rating is the best of the 2008 articles on this website.
    Words selected from the high grade brain dictionary.
    I am humbly proud of your intellect.

    View online : Remembering Professor Ambrose Ahang Beny Acuar

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    • 13 July 2008 07:35, by nyantung

      Dear Bol: Thank you very much. I’m very honored to be called a "replica" of my beloved Father.

      Are you serious that you want some more writings? Some of them may put you to sleep. :-) I’ll send some if you’d like, though.

      God bless.

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  • 9 July 2008 06:41, by Grader

    Dear Nyantung,

    May almighty provde you and the entire family with comfort to continue down the path of our late uncle. You article is wonderful. It brought the crazy contributors on this forum together for the first time. It is not always quiet as such here, people are always on one anothers neck but you prove to charismatic. God bless

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    • 13 July 2008 16:55, by nyantung

      Dear Grader: Thank you. I’m glad you liked the small memoire, although the more I read it the more critical of it I become.

      It was rather enjoyable to write unlike some of the writing that I do, which is like pulling teeth one at a time (painful). I’m happy if it brought the "crazy contributors" together for a few hours. Let’s come together more often!

      God bless.

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  • 9 July 2008 15:22, by Jacque Chiengnyang de Mabor

    Truely "BIG LOVE" for your great Father Nyantung, described in a painstakingly eloquent manner! Indeed, the family of Beny, Mapuordit payam, Yirol County, Lakes state, South Sudan, Sudan, Africa and the whole world have sadly lost a great scholar who is so exceptionally gifted in the person of Prof. Ahang.
    Nevertheless, after having read this brilliant work, I doubtlessly see another Ahang in you Nyantung. And since I come from the same payam [Mapuordit] and community as you, I am so proud of you, not just because you will continue the intellectual lineage of Prof. Ahang, but because I see the exact mastermind of Prof. Ahang in you prof. Nyangtung.
    Congratulations for your promotion and God bless you sister!!!!!!!!!

    Jacque Chiengnyang de Mabor

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    • 9 July 2008 17:01, by Gatwech

      Chiengnyang,

      I love how you stick to calling our sister, the Professor, Nyantung, instead of her Western world’s name, Laura.

      I also appreciate the fact that your middle name, Chiengnyang, matches with a name of a Nuer section in my community, which is also called Ciengnyang. What a co-incidence with Atuot Dinka clan of Yirol.

      To Nyantung

      Please keep on with your good spirit. You really ressemble your late brilliant father! You are really a national treasure for Southern Sudan.

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      • 10 July 2008 20:16, by John Apadieer

        Passed and gone is uncle Prof. Ahang Beny Acuar whose cordial presence and service will be missed by his families, clans, region and the entire nation of Sudan.

        Prof. Nyantung, your article on how you eloquently described your deceased father, infact precipitated me to comment on it.

        Ahang Beny Acuar was born, went to school and came back to his motherland as a corpse, especially at time when his people expect his return in person.

        Nyantung I come from Mabui next to Panebii where your dear father was buried. It is indeed a great work with referene to how you described the scholar and brilliant intellectual ability of your father and uncle Prof. Ahang but sister Prof. Nyantung, it is not enough to only remember Uncle Prof. Ahang through the memoirs that his siblings will write. A historically and greatly outstanding and sustainable undertaking needs to be done on the burial site (Panebii) to remember him. Prof. Ahang implemented the best of the wisest decision he had ever made by requesting to be buried next to his mother, Kulang in Panebii.

        I would love to read a complete memoirs of Uncle Prof. Ahang but I urge all of you (Nyantung, Iduol, Makogo, Matep,Garang and others) and the entire Mapuordit Payam to collectively put more effort in making Prof. Ahang’s burial site a renown historical monument.

        By Makuur Garang Appadieer. You can reach me at makurgarang@yahoo.com or garangkerbil@gmail.com

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      • 10 July 2008 20:24, by John Apadieer

        Passed and gone is uncle Prof. Ahang Beny Acuar whose cordial presence and service will be missed by his families, clans, region and the entire nation of Sudan.

        Prof. Nyantung, your article on how you eloquently described your deceased father, infact precipitated me to comment on it.

        Ahang Beny Acuar was born, went to school and came back to his motherland as a corpse, especially at time when his people expect his return in person.

        Nyantung I come from Mabui next to Panebii where your dear father was buried. It is indeed a great work with referene to how you described the scholar and brilliant intellectual ability of your father and uncle Prof. Ahang but sister Prof. Nyantung,it is not enough to only remember Uncle Prof. Ahang through the memoirs that his siblings will write. A historically and greatly outstanding and sustainable undertaking needs to be done on the burial site (Panebii)to remember him.

        I would love to read a complete memoirs of Uncle Prof. Ahang but I urge all of you (Nyantung, Iduol, Makogo, Matep,Garang and others) and the entire Mapuordit Payam to collectively put more effort in making Prof. Ahang’s burial site a renown historical monument.

        By Makuur Garang Appadieer. You can reach me at makurgarang@yahoo.com or garangkerbil@gmail.com

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        • 10 July 2008 22:45, by nyantung

          Dear all: Thank you for your comments and your heartfelt support. I’ll respond individually as soon as I can. God bless you.

          Dear John:

          Kudwal aret.

          Thank you for your comments. Actually, you are absolutely right and I am ashamed that things are moving so slowly. When our Beloved Father died in February 2008, we were in the middle of our work commitments (as you know in the USA they are unforgiving, especially in the Air Force where my brother serves) so we (Mokogo and I) had to leave 3 weeks after the burial. We had employers breathing down our mourning necks. It was and remains a catch-22. We have to work to save the funds to build in our Dear Father’s name and yet, if we work, we can’t be in Panebei. Mokogo set up an account at Kenya Commercial Bank in February to start the water well and that should start this month (next week, and most certainly before the heavy rains, we pray). I came to the Sudan with personal funds last week as well, for the water well and Karama. God willing, we can get it done step by step.

          We were actually promised on several occasions by GOSS/Yirol officials that the well would be built for free. They made this promise after they heard that we were going to do it with our private funds — we didn’t ask them. So far, GOSS has not moved, as far as I know. But we are prepared to do what we can with our own private means (which are admittedly modest; we are not a wealthy family as, thankfully, my Father did not pilfer public funds).

          Having said all that, if my Father wanted a paved monument and all that glitters (but is not Gold) he’d have requested us to bury him in Yirol town, or Juba, or Khartoum for that matter, as most of the southern "elite" do. In his twilight years, I noted that his deepest and perhaps only dream—aside from southern Sudanese freedom, physical and mental freedom and, sadly, even freedom from their own self-ravaging tendancies—was to start a primary school in the area, but he didn’t make it in his lifetime. We will try to fulfill that dream.

          John, please don’t say he came back as a "corpse"...he came back in the form of his loving Children. And, he never left, if you read my tribute carefully, as he’d have wanted you to do (there were multiple layers to words and being in his mind).

          God Bless You. We are doing what we can with minimal support. Please encourage us. I asked the community to support us as we grieve and try to keep his memory alive and I’ll ask it again.

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          • 10 July 2008 23:27, by nyantung

            ALL:

            Shakespeare’s Merchant of Venuice.

            ENJOY.

            The Merchant of Venice,

            MOROCCO:
            O hell! what have we here?
            A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
            There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing.
            All that glitters is not gold;
            Often have you heard that told:
            Many a man his life hath sold.
            But my outside to behold:
            Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
            Had you been as wise as bold,
            Young in limbs, in judgment old,
            Your answer had not been inscroll’d:
            Fare you well; your suit is cold.

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      • 18 July 2008 07:57, by nyantung

        Dear Gatwech:

        I posted a message to you a few days back but I see it didn’t go through.

        As you know, the Nuer and the Atuot Dinka are somehow related.

        Thank you for your kind words. Again, I’m humbled and honored to be likened to my late Father.

        God bless.

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    • 15 July 2008 18:04, by nyantung

      Dear Chiengnyang (I join Gatwech in appreciating your beautiful name).

      Kudwal.

      Thank you sincerely for your condolences and the congratulations. As I said, it was ahang who inspired me.

      That is the biggest honor that you could have bestowed upon me. If I learned anything from him, it was because of my very close relationship with my beloved late Father and sitting down and trying to imbibe and learn from him as much as possible. I wish I knew more.

      I hope that our area will develop and thrive with the input of all of us. We really don’t need government if the community comes together.

      I hope to meet you soon.

      Apuoth aret.

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  • 23 July 2008 11:04, by nyantung

    Water now runs there. And that is just the beginning.

    Nyantung

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Darfur Association "disheartened" by ICC decision to not meet them 2014-12-14 05:50:13 12 December 2014 RE: DPANY Requests/Direction of the OTP in the Situation of Darfur Dear Prosecutor Fatou Bensouda, We, the Darfur People's Association of New York, are disheartened by your (...)

REDRESS calls for the immediate release of Sudan’s distinguished human rights lawyer 2014-12-10 09:02:53 December 9, 2014 ­­ — REDRESS, and many other individuals and organisations around the world, are extremely concerned by the continuing secret detention of Dr. Amin Mekki Medani. On Saturday, 4 (...)


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