The Colossal Beauties of the Men at Work

By Peter Gaisiance LLB

I wrote this book when I was trying to find out what went wrong with our legal system, why no litigants trusted the judiciary anymore and why in the last twenty years no litigant-migrant is allowed to win any case in court mainly in the civil court. Many of the key ideas about things that I found puzzling were evolved in odds moments in the war between the judges and litigants or between the host society and persons with migrant backgrounds. In my early job, I travelled a lot to the war zones on fact findings where I talked to both sides of the warring parties. As a rep for the posting country, I had privilege to tapping on the reservoirs of information about almost everything. The army, the recruiting agents and the private contractors doing big business for the government. At home of the adopted country, things were getting worst. At some points, I become increasingly entangled in both ideas of secession and unity and in court the investigation has gone nowhere. I was told that if I join the group I will have access to certain information about the underworld who controls the outcomes of every case. The case is never settled or justiciable by the court despite tons of evidence by the deponents and admission of unlawful acts by the respondents. Other cases had come up during the years but Maga find the ways blocked and ended-up in huge bills. Joe, who is involved in litigation, offers to continue his aid when needed and he agrees to divide his time between this and other private work.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Feb 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781728354835

Peter Gaisiance LLB

Peter Gaisiance, LLB earned a Master in Finance and Law (MSC), law degrees (LLB with honors), and has been trained as a barrister. In the last five years, he has been involved in various civil litigations in the High Court of Justice. Life after Law School is his debut novel.

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CONTENTS

Preface

The Fruity Cycle of life

What do you know about yourself?

Chapter 1:     The Things at the George Pompidou in Paris

Chapter 2:     Trodden over Foreign Names

Chapter 3:     Who Lived under the Jim Crow Laws?

Chapter 4:     Interracial Marriage: Two Sides of a Story in the Same Coin

Chapter 5:     The Root Cause of the Identity Crisis among the Nilotic: The Language

Chapter 6:     The Hostage Crisis

Chapter 7:     Being at the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Chapter 8:     The Distrust among Elitism

Chapter 9:     Smart Discrimination

Chapter 10:   Where Does the Prime Minister Live and Work?

Chapter 11:   The View from Westminster Bridge

Chapter 12:   Party Machine and the Migrants’ Viewpoints

Chapter 13:   Foyers in Paris

Chapter 14:   Cartoonist Propagandas

Chapter 15:   Scargill and Thatcher’s Government

Chapter 16:   Trade Unionists and Tony Blair’s Government Policy

Chapter 17:   The Trade Unions and Professional Associations in the United Stated

Chapter 18:   The View over Parliament Square

Chapter 19:   Morley’s Tragic Death

Chapter 20:   When Offence Is Not Offending

Chapter 21:   The History of the Magna Carta

Chapter 22:   Against the English Court

Chapter 23:   The Legacy of an Evil Empire and Ruthless Colonialism

Chapter 24:   The Human Rights Acts (HRA) of 1989

Chapter 25:   The Labour Government’s Achievement of Article 6 of the HRA

Chapter 26:   Challenge to Unlawful Detention under the Habeas Corpus Amendment Act (1679)

Chapter 27:   The Catch-22 Situation

Chapter 28:   The Monarchy Guys Destabilised Everything with those Monkey Guys’ Wars

Chapter 29:   Residency Issue

Chapter 30:   Tribute to a Roommate and Good Friend

Chapter 31:   Reasoning Your Action

Chapter 32:   But Who killed the Nuer Who Lived Outside their Homeland?

Chapter 33:   The constitution and the Violation of International Law

Chapter 34:   Crafts Survival Plots

Chapter 35:   Ethnicity and Multiculturalism in South Sudan

Chapter 36:   Why Is the English Press and the Whole of Arab Media Silent on Massacred Nais?

Chapter 37:   The Regulatory Problems in South Sudan

Chapter 38:   Rendezvous with a Diplomat

Chapter 39:   The Climate of Politics in South Sudan

Chapter 40:   Why do the Nuer have a Legend Never heard in Other Societies?

Chapter 41:   New Friction at Stormont

Chapter 42:   The Need to Split from the Roots of the Failed States

Chapter 43:   The Issue in Northern Ireland Is Sectarianism

Chapter 44:   The Issue in North Sudan

Chapter 45:   The Origins of the Popular Defence Forces

Chapter 46:   In the Aftermath of a Demonstration

Chapter 47:   A Paramilitary Revolution

Chapter 48:   The Issue in South Sudan

Chapter 49:   Disarmament of the Paramilitary

Chapter 50:   The Issue in the Republic of South Africa

Chapter 51:   The Truth and Reconciliation Commission (TRC)

PREFACE

Every single one of us is born into a particular type of a family or another, which from the earliest moments of life, parental nurture will either foils, frustrate, forestall, tarnish, taint, contaminate, pollute or form or characterise our vision of the world we live in and our emotional make-up is determined by our surroundings both from within the family and outside the parental home. If the child is hurts; he will never forget it for the rest of his lives. Just like an elephant has never forgets anything in its paths. I am lucky I was never allowed to be hurts or to suffer any physical or emotional abuse of any sort or even allowed to be pinched unless it is the boy-to-boy combat or peer to peer combat which was the part of Nuer culture, training and preparation for the boy in life when they grow up or unless it is a thorn on the grounds or in the bush trees or other nature’s vices which no one was in controls of it. I was born into a prominent rich farming family (father and mother), who have raised me with pride and a high expectation of everything in life like them and everyone else (Nuer) if not better because they had invested so much on me and in my education and had given me everything I ever wanted for my schooling until the teenage age. When the boarding school was closed due to the insecurity, my father had given me enough money to flow the civil war and urged me to go into another country where I could complete my education. They did not advise me where to go nor did they know which country I should go to. For them, they did not care a bit. They just wanted me to escape the hostile environment of the civil disturbances and go even if it is in the North Pole or South Pole, meaning any country where there is some sort of stability to continue with my education. So, without an inch of a myth, duplicity, cock-and bull tale, I am proud of my earliest childhood and my rich family until the civil war had rob them of everything. My earliest childhood shaped my vision and emotional make-up for the world in which I live in, but it did not prepare me for the life in exile. When I ended up here in Europe as a youngster without my parents and without any guardian, there was sudden modification in my life in which I have had to learnt how to adopt to a different environments and social life, of course, if the life permits it because of the tremendous exposures to all sorts of challenges and vulnerability which meant it’s inevitable that you can become a victim any moments to someone else’s vices without caveats. Because the more you associated with others who were either ignorant or no good at all at what they were doing, then the more it become greater and obvious to fall victim to them or to someone else’s vices for countless reasons. Whilst living in exile, I became almost expert in many things in life because I had work closely and had stay with many people from different backgrounds and social status at different places. Bear in mind this, I stayed alert and conscientious whenever I worked or resided with a friend or family or someone, who had happened to have their own difficulties in life, I will swiftly move out of their miseries lives to another place to live or work or to retreat quietly into my own little laurels because I never allowed myself to be enslaved or anyone to take advantages of me or to abuse me in one way or another.

In a human family, the non-biological parents are not the same as the biological parents when it come to the upbringing and nurture of the child. We see that all the time when people divorced and separated for one reason or another and remarry. When they bring their children from other married into a new home or when adopted an orphan, it is becoming increasingly difficult for the fosters patents and non-biological parent to cope with the upbringing of the adopted child than they do with their own either because they lack extra resource to look after the new one which added burden to their limited resources or because they lack education which meant the child’s rights and their duties under the parental law rather than under education law is neglect or purely because of human nature who will be jealous anyway to children of other people, regardless whether or not they have adequate materials and resources to look after a child who is not their own. In many instance, non-biological parent can sometimes become so jealous or even savaged and brutal to a child who is not their own. If you doubt this, then all we must do is to see a film about wildlife in which a monkey orphan was struggling to fit into the rest of the monkey families, who will not accept him or her as she was brutally attacked by every other parent for no apparent reasons. I see that with other species as well, who will not easily cared and nurtured a child which is not their own and people are more than capable to do what monkey parents do to an orphan. And if the orphan child in human family is lucky, he could live with good and decent foster parents, who could give him everything that they wanted in life to survive like everyone else in their family but to find a good home for a foster child, when an orphan child or not is always a lottery which is hard to be won by everybody.

I wrote this book for a whole host of reasons, which I must narrowed into two: First, to spell the beans because there are so many untold tale stories as this present host society is made of layers of classes: the underclass, the lower working class, the salaries managerial class, the middle class, the upper working class, the ruling class and the proper super upper class this included the monarchical family, who sits on top of every other class whether poor or rich. I can tell you what my relationship was like with each of these class, might be in a few sentences or chapters.

The second reason for writing this book lie in changes that has taken place both in my life and in my country of origin in the past twenty-five years. I admitted that the life was tough in all its form and nothing was ever easy when I tried to study, work, and live in a foreign soil as a youngster without my parents or guardians to support me when needed but it is a must for me when there was no other way to complete my schooling which I started back home. Without the knowledge that you could only acquire after received a good education, training, experiences, and the disciplines, it would be almost impossible to know how to solve a problem that confronted us every now and then. Before I reached this level of understanding of conversation, my belief in honesty, naivety, inexperience, and generosity has had cost me more than I could described in word, and still the case today, because I believe you should give people the benefits of the doubt and treated them with respect. We cannot agitate a pre-empty strike against a target on anyone simply because we suspected them to be up to no good when we do not even have any strong evidence against them, because if we all do things that ways, then that kind of attitude is become tyranny, or which is no less than the anarchist’s way of doing things. Some of my works, you could say highlights, among other things, my earliest childhood and youth energy in which I devoted my passion for life, law, and order whilst at the same time I was fascinating with disorder society which claimed to be civilised whilst at the same time they practice the culture of unfairness and unjust society. My attempt to settle in another country has almost failed because it did not yield a positive outcome for me. My contribution and voluntary work for the charity was my second passion to my court appearance because I was always concern for my people (Nuer), who were being dispossessed, displaced, and affected in every other way by the man-made disasters and the lawless society in which I was always outrage at the ruling elitism’s indifference towards their plights, and my utmost hatred toward any tyranny and police state.

By writing this book, I consent to share with you my strength in term of my own struggle, achievements, experience, and connection with the outworld; and my weakness in term of errors and mistakes that comes in different colours because someone else, who was powerful than the agents of any totalitarian regimes ever existent before that whom I did not even know was in control of everything that I do. This is a mixture of fact and fiction of the tale stories because it excluded the particulars of the state’s villains, antagonists, and disputants.

My life could turnout worse than it is now. Giving the fact I went through difficulties, I must had admitted that it was a bliss that I acquired some education, knowledge and had idea and experience in life. I have bold ambition earliest on in life to become a professional practitioner in various fields of specializations so that when I developed myself, I could help others to protect their lives, property, family, education, and interest by using the power of the laws. When that dreams and ambitions did not materialize soon enough in a way, I intended it to be, I turned to pen and writes piles of volumes after volumes about my childhood experience which seemed to coincide with my own adult experience in life. I noticed that the host country is full of vices and disaffections as much as my country of origin if not worse, because people here got pleasure from destroying others who were not members of their household or slaves or from holding back others from achieved their ambitions and goals in life, mainly poor and defenseless people could suffer from such a society which is allows to practice the culture of unjust and unfairness. When that had happened to me, I felt that I can convey the human experience and what I called the guerrillas warfare experience that I have to the wider audience in a language people can understand.

But I hope reader shall gains invaluable knowledge from the positive aspects of it as well as from the negative and jealous hearted people. I was by now expected by many people, who followed my life to practice as a professional practitioner at law (barrister, banker, investor or even hedge fund manager) in the most vibrant cosmopolitan city conspicuously glaring, grotesque, gloaming or impressively glittering and sparkling with the life, after I completed both the advanced graduate school in Finance and Banking and in law and the Bar (BPTC) training, but as you will learn from this writing, there are such a persistent stream of obstacles in life that can stands on the paths of every professional career before realising your success.

When I had my own place to live in, I started to work hard, perhaps twice or more than I would otherwise have done if I were still living with my family back home. When I saw the entire population of Nuer were stirred up by the civil war, as I seen millions of Nuer were shown on my tv sets every other night as they all became dispossessed, displaced and the unaccompanied children and youngsters like me were corolla into places like cattle, I could not stop from crying every other night until I decided to voluntary to charity which tried to help them even though I was still at school, I continuously doing this while I never gave up studies at the college and university until I graduated. Then I would write and carried out feasibility studies in the field about their plights and wrote intensely about their lives compared to that of mine. After many years of studies whilst undertaken these tasks, I acquired and accumulated a huge possession of my own. Unfortunately, life was not always fair in this place just like it is unfair back home then. When the known prominent gangsters’ leader hired buglers to be broken into my place and took everything I ever had under the sun in this world, included three large manuscripts which I spent countless times in compiling and writing, and three passports of children of my friends who had left their property in my place while looking for their own to live in. This meant, when I was not discouraged by the unimaginable circumstances beyond me, I have had to do it again, but the disadvantages of doing it again were enormous and obvious. As I would never get back the money that I lost, the resources, the times, the memories, the motivation, and the mode I was in at the time when I was working and writing it.

The text from the first writing is substantially different from the new text because I could not remember the exact modes and the humours I was in or I had at the time when I was writing it but both texts should be talking more or less about the same hot issues concerning the changes that has taken place both at home country of origin and in my studies and work life here and the crises that affected everyone else around me here or there and how everyone is going to emerge from them. Although I have greatly benefited from the court sessions I ever attended, seminars and lectures and debates that I watched countless times sometimes at home and sometimes at the public gallery in the House of Commons during my activities times as a student and researcher, and the countless discussions I had with many lecturers and colleagues, the origin format of the book has not altered a bit. However, I am grateful to all those editorial teams who had given their times and had made tremendous contributions and invaluable comments on my writing which proved the readability of the book.

THE FRUITY CYCLE OF LIFE

When I was a little boy, they used to call me names, such as ‘little master,’ ‘darling,’ ‘honey,’ or traditional names that mirrored the colour of a castrated adult male used by every young man as a draft bulky for decoration and entertainment because in this culture of mine every lad is expected to have more than one ox among his or their domestic cattle, just like no cattle without a bull, and so no lad without an ox. The names that were only too sweet to your ears, and I used to hear them over and again for the whole course of my teenage years; the one and the only thing every adult loved to say to the children is that ‘respect elders, children,’ meaning the grandma and the grandpa, whom by now, by the virtue of old ages, they began to turn either into a nasty habit who wants to go to war with everybody or nice people who wants peace with everybody and wanted furthermore to give everything away, even if it is not theirs, simply because either they forget everything you have got you must had earned it with the work hard or either because they have nothing to lost as everything is given to them at these ages without strict attached to it. When they become too old in their late seventies, eighties, and nineties, they also became fond of the children for they would play with them all day long until the fatigue that associated with the old ages take over then they quickly fell asleep even if they were at that moment still outside the house, for instance, in the fields. And the children adored playing with the elderly people as if they were their weak companions, because they seemed to be the only opponent, who win every game. Whilst at the same time no adult spent more time around the elderly people more than it is necessary. Whilst the elders turned to children to find the warm company once they lost their own old friends due to old ages. This is one-thing in the universe that has never change a little bit since the creation of the Adam and Eve. Once the adult grew up into the old ages, they too turned either nasty or nicely to everybody around them until they became like children themselves. This is absolutely the cycle of life in which no one is immune to it.

One thing the children loved to hear most were those legends that were passed down the generation. We always hang around the big people for this reason, waiting for this moment full of wits, humours, audience with laughers and weirdest satirical, typical of old man’s conversations. Even when there was no such an occasion, they would come all over the places to our house just to have the teas, coffees, pipes, cigars, tobaccos, then they ended up having meals that is only reserved for a special guest. Then shortly after that they settled down for more pipes, teas, and tobaccos, then they began to have white wine that is equivalent either to beer or liquors and the clean type of spirit that is called whisky or dried gins which is known for killing those who drink it too much and addicted to it. They would talk all days about all issues under the sun. The period of conflicts in Europe before and after the First World War and the Second World War. They know all the European leaders who were known for all the wrong reasons. They would mention the officers, the inspectors, and the commissioners of the governments by their names from the period of the colonials to the present times. In those days we have had many homes, some of them with large exceptionally acres but which were built too distance to each other. Two of our homes were built in the same place with sands. One day, my father took me there to see other members of the family and the cattle and to show me the different between the crops that were sown in the grounds with a lot of sands and the crops that were sown in the ground with no sands at all, typical dark sticky muddy grounds. And he noticed as I did then that the clay that is taken by the women for potteries from these grounds were different, and the crops were different both in taste, colour, and quality. The crops sown in the sands grounds is very bright and yellowish. Whilst the crops sown in none sand ground is very greenish and has high quality. Before and after I went to the boarding school, I noticed one thing that the volumes of works increased at the beginning of the summer (wet seasons), through autumn until the end of the autumns and winters. Owing this to the cultivation and harvesting periods. Every home will be harvesting three times because the period of harvests is divided into three. The first harvest take place with the corns which grown amazingly fast than most crops. The crops that grown fast, among them are the beans, the small and medium size squash, the sweet potatoes, and a variety of crops and vegetables with be ready also for the harvesting at the same time with the maize. Then the proper wheat, ground peanuts, the pumpkins and all other types of pumpkins, peanuts and squash will be ready during the second harvests and in the early winter till the end there will be another type of harvest, usually the winter crops which is less essential to many homes but still relevant for most families. In some regions, farmers grown the crops many times as they want and will have frequent harvests throughout the years because of the differences in the climate. But in any event, the period of harvest is the period of plenty of food and celebrations, and shortly after harvest was over, within a week or two there will be a plenty of weddings almost everywhere and all kinds of celebrations would take place, for instance, the marking of the boys into a status of men even though in those days they were marking the boys at the very early ages that the tradition will required because of a new kind education, in which children were allow to go to proper school, mainly boarding schools which were far from home, and they have to look after themselves as if they are grown up when in fact they were still children of age ten onward. And this kind of marking is a big deal in which people tends to celebrate it big like the wedding. Then the frosty nights and moistures atmosphere that we see on the grasses every morning will gradually be reduced to just a few pitches until it gradually faded away as the weather getting warmer. Then the cattle would be corralled in one place or in a few camps nearby to the homes. This is time when my father would be commanding and sending a message to the neighbouring cattle herding villagers not to drive their cattle through one area or another in the middle of the daytime if their cattle have been detected to have caught any types of the cattle diseases or not to burn the meat of any cattle that is suspect of dying from any cattle disease outside the shed because the cattle diseases is more likely than not to be spread to other areas by the winters weather or by winds or storms through the smells. This has become the popular policy for the whole regions and whenever they heard of cattle had been caught by unknown animal diseases, somewhere in the regions, they would restraint the movements of the cattle until the disease problem have disappeared.

Nyany, one of Nuer from the mother side, who made his fortunate in the various industries in the north shortly after he graduated from the University of Khartoum had a particular fairy-tale to tell the boys all about it. He roused rapidly to the high hierarchy that was, to everyone around him at the time, important than the clergy for he would command the audience and the speculative spectators around himself when talking about the issues, the illness and the healthiness of the society and what ought to be done about it in his own views. The decentralisation that was introduced into the south by President Jaapar Nimeiry, which subsequently divided the south into three regions under the slogan of some Equatorial activists, who campaigned for separate administrations and coined the words Coro-Coro, Jenga meaning Nilotic naturally they referred to certain one tribe because of their distrust of Dinka leadership of Abel Alier which had been used as the perfect pretext to divide the south into three regionals administrative. This policy had later down the years helped the insurgents to recruit more men. But in the meantime, it has helped this man a lot because the post of the higher executive council was reduced to nominal as all the responsibilities of governance was delegated to the regional commissioners. When this man had returned from the north to the south at the bad time when the tension was at an extremely high and the politics was no less than chaotic because of the split that was in the airs or that was just being implemented. It was a bad time too because of a high unemployment and the future has had never looks very grim and dim indeed like this before. This gave him the most adventurous of the brotherhood, the idea to try his luck in the government was to go southward where he would share his idea and shown people what he knows best and what he could do to them to relief their plights within. He held a few rallies here and there and soon he became the people choice when the election was held subsequently. Though things had changed so much since the cessation of the south as the politics was worst as much as it ever had been in the north if not worst. Nevertheless, the one man one vote in those days was exceedingly popular among the southerners and it was the only card the southerners frequently used to play to beat the northerners with it whenever they held genuine election. Whereas the northerners are said to believe in the military juntas’ rule that made the south the total opposite to the north because they claimed to believe in democracy and the electorate system. But they never have cohesion, understanding and united voice whenever they talk as a block with the central government in the north and to some extent this notion of divide and rule remain to be the case to present days, even after the cessation of the south that was the main reason why the south was never able to raise enough revenues for the development and for the infrastructures of their country (the south.)

During his time in office, he introduced several policies that made a handsome number of merchants and casual part-time traders very rich because he was the only person ever held the government office, who was able to negotiate with the central government in the north to get something called ‘quotas’ which came in a variety of commodities, for instance, sugar, flours, etc., etc., which became popular commodities among traders and merchants. It was also the policy of his administrations that compelled the local government in Western Nuer to sign a joint training agreement with the multinational companies to take school leavers and six form students during their school holiday for two-week internship to prepare them for the future. Had he stays longer in the office of the commissioner, he would have made a significant change in the economic and the education. It was only his time in office and that of Andrew Wei, Minister for the Education in which they had brought more qualified teachers from the north and Egyptian teachers, who taught in our school in various areas of science, maths, chemistry, physics, Arabic and so forth. Except English, literature, geography, and a few syllabuses in which southerners were said to be incredibly good at it. I guessed that was simply because of their resistance to the idea of Arabicisation. Within two to three years of his administration, the future look bright for the country and youngsters. But before we know it, they introduced a new reform, which shattered the old system into pieces by upgraded the office of the commissioner to the governorship and soon they held another election which brough another Nuer guy instead of him into the office. This new guy by the name D. K. became a novelty house name and a super model among his own people. The new D.K. governor in the block was also particularly popular in Greater Upper Nile but I do not know what had happened to his predecessor. I heard later that he was given a new job at the central government which sound like a ministerial post but not as popular as the office of the commissioner which has all the facilities. A year or two later after D. K. came to the governorship’s office, there was widespread civil unrest throughout the Greater Upper Nile and the boarding school soon become closed since the government said it could not guarantee the safety and the security of the pupils. As every situation worsening and every scenario also accelerated fast, I had to flew out of the country to find a place where I continually pursuing my education. A little under a decade or so later after finishing my schools and college training and on the way to the university or was already attending the full time education at the higher education, a fellow Nuer who was popular scholar at the one of the prestigious University in the UK, had invited me to one or two of his matriculations receptions and high table events in which I was one of his humble guests, who were being requested to be nothing but formal, meaning I had to dress in elegant as if I was going to a party, if possible in tuxedo, dinner jacket and black tie, neatly to the tune of demonstration to the hierarchy of the dining hall for the guests, where the scholars and don academic robes and mingling amid dinning in the same main space of the hall at the same time. I told him that was simple then a few years after that I became one of the pupils who frequently have had to dress like that in such a manner when I am attended the ball at my law school and when I am dinned in the Inn of Court, which is held regularly and similarly if not better.

The caviar is this: in every one or two occasions that I had attended here, I noticed that the host thanked everyone for attending his matriculations, high table dinner and graduation ceremony and accompanied them to their cars or stations where they would catch the trains homes except me. He would not allow me to go with them or everyone and wanted me to remain behinds since the time was tilted toward the weekend. He then ordered the portman to prepare the room for me within the college dormitory where I woud spent a night or two. I went to my room and after putting on casual clothes, he took me around the town centre to see the things he loved or hated about the city but after strolled just about, on the same day and the day after that, we went to ones of his favourite’s cuisines or restaurants in the vicinity and ate a little light snacks, soups, and wines. As soon as we returned to the dormitory, we then started talking all night long about anything under sun; culture, politics, high life, low life, education, migration and so forth until the rooster struck or was about to strike because it was nearly dawned on us. Then he said, he could not believe it that one day he would come here to this prestigious institution like this, and he gazed at me then showing me the ceiling and the glamour dinner we went had. He then paused for a couple of moments and took a deep breath, and said to me, he could not believe it that the children from rich family like you, and the kids from the affluent society like you would one day come to him. Because the children from the Nuer family used to portray him and the children from the poor family as slaves. Of course, he was typical Nuer to the bone, and nobody will be denied it that, but I empathically denied his statement and said that I had never heard my father calling anyone by names or slave nor