This Nascent Nation Torn By Some Nasty Notion!

By Jon Pen de Ngong

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FOR DECEMBER 3:WORLD PWDs DAY

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“THIS NASCENT NATION, MUTILATED WITH SOME NASTY NOTIONS, WILL RETRACE ITS LIMBS AAS IT LIMPS INTO ITS PROSPERITY THROUGH ITS POSTERITY IN THE RUN UP TO THE DEATH OF ITS PRESENT ‘HERODS’ CALLED HEROES…”

Excerpt from Chapter 10: I Have Some Dream’ (Vision to Joseph in Egypt) of the novel entitled, ‘Wennetick Caesar de Comrade’ (1983 — 2053).

About ‘WENNETICK CAESAR DE COMRADE’:
This is the main character in the tragicomedy novel of the South Sudan’s 70-year turbulent journey to a prosperous nationhood (1983 – 2053). Born to a 14-year-old ‘Akuch’ by an unknown rapist of the Lion Battalion of Koryom Division in the Sudan Peoples’ Liberation Army and Movement (SPLA/M) in 1985, Wennetick Caesar de Comrade has no mother and father. His father identified himself to a teenager, who later became his mother, as ‘Capt. Comrade’, only for his real name to feature 20 years later in his deathbed side will as ‘Brig. Kuch’.

Wennetick’s mother, Akuch, was ripped open by an Antonov barrel bomb while combing the Lion Battalion’s mobile camps for her anonymous impregnator, ‘Captain Comrade’. Akuch died instantly at the scene leaving a 7-month old fetus dangling on a Neem branch, only to be picked up an hour after it had fallen down by a bitch (literally speaking) with the intention of feeding it to her 4 puppies. Finding the puppies feasting on blood and another fetus of a bomb-dismembered cow, the bitch (mother dog) suckled, say ‘breastfed’, ‘Wennetick’ (Son of a Bitch) together with her newborns.

While picking up the pieces of flesh and bones of Akuch (the mother) for identification and decent disposition, Wennetick’s grandmother discovered it among the puppies and carried it to a humanitarian hospital.

The rest of the miracle survival is contained and continued in the book covering the period of 70 years of the growth and development of Wennetick Caesar de Comrade and his young country, the ‘Republic of Suddland’.

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NAME Interpretation: This miracle child, wounded right in the womb by the bomb that rendered the right half, 50% of his body, withered, was named WENNETICK (Son of a Bitch) CAESAR (born through C-section or cesarean operation delivery by an Antonov bomber) DE (of) COMRADE (the unknown SPLA gunman who raped and impregnated his mother).

More so, ‘Wen-e-tik’ in Dinka language is a sexist derogatory word for ‘son of a woman’, ‘son of a bitch’ or bastard. But the ‘bitch’ indirectly referred to in this story is the real one, the dog mother, who nursed him that day.

The rest of the journey to be continued in the novel….

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DECEMBER 3 DEDICATION

Meanwhile, the following poems from my poetry series carry similar theme as in the novel, Wennetick Caesar de Comrade.

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Poem #17

WHY DIS MY ABILITY?

Mock me not,
While bragging
With your fattened lamb,
While dragging
My flattened limb,
While blinking
My shrinking eye.

Not that I was amputated
For pickpocketing or shoplifting,
Neither was my bone mutilated
In a motor accident,
But in a mortar incident;
For your child and mine.

Though visually disabled,
I’m all virtually enabled.
My heart doesn’t limp,
My spirit isn’t bent,
Only the limbs limp.
My practical disability
Isn’t my technical inability.

Give up this joke,
Give us this job.
I cannot jog,
But I’m upright,
Straight inside,
Though crooked outside.

I lack agility.
I luck ability.
So never dis my ability.
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QUOTE
“The only disability in life is a bad attitude.”
Scott Hamilton

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ONE LEG ENDS IN LEGENDS

I must be resembled
By all that I assembled.
The buck stops with my son
So as to uncover in me his sun.

And then my dear daughter,
Yea, to give me the last laughter.
And my relatives now co-joint,
Especially those I point to appoint.

For this is the first leg of my life
Happening after I joined with my wife.
So, forth into the future, my one leg ends
As in the past, the other leg ends in the legends.

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PLEASE, I NEED YOUR FEET BACK

You merely announced it at the footnote
That you’re already gone for good.
And that left me with a blue mood.
Understand…I cannot what you connote.

Please, send me your feedback,
For no humane love be by force.
Take note, I cannot endorse your divorce.
To our house, please, bring your feet back.

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