Long Run

By Adut Deng Anyang

this book was for the family strungling in sudan- which is called new south sudan now. it is included mum dad, granmather me myself. the struling was comment to any adult and childrents over the years. everyone seem to be strugling even though our childrent. this book is in particuler my later father who is die of fought in south sudan. I am still proud of him and thanks giving to me, i am proud that the job he done for me, i know that he fought for me even when i was born, he was not there in my present but me and my mum magage well to suvive without hm. my grandmother who died, who was the chief of war in world war 1. He was killed by ARab, he was the head of army which mean he was Bany of anya anya 1 during the fight. this person was one who started the reveration moment in south sudan. such as some other leader when to followed him of doing the same thing in sudan. i thousand of hero who has been missing in souther sudane shall be pay the respact to them. there are so many of them. it real leafed as wounded with our all heart. included myself, when i came to australia, i thought that was first and last of looting. but still happen i seen bad happen in 2005,for alapcotor crush. was another looted of father doctor John Garange- mabior.The former of world war 2 which was called SPLA, which was his struling lead in to the freedom of new south sudan.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: May 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798369491270

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Rev. date: 05/12/2023

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

In memory

of my father,

who fought and died for South Sudan

CHAPTER 1

M Y FATHER, MAY he rest in peace, died for our country. He was the Minister of Education and Welfare. He was there to make sure every child has the right to an education.

Ever since I was born, he had always been absent. He spent most of his time at war. It was very sad; we were forced to escape to Ethiopia from southern Sudan for our betterment and safety. I had to walk for miles and miles without a father being there with me. I still love him, even though he passed away just like that, without sense or benefit. He was a man who loved the nation, and he would do anything to serve the children. I mean that I am proud of him: he fought for me. My part was to be there as a South Sudanese citizen.

My father had schooling since he was a young child. He finished his secondary education and became the Minister of Education. Meanwhile, the military was always a presence. In the 1995 war, when I five years old, my father was about to take off. I knew that my father would never came back from that war. He took a long while with me beside him, and I saw a vision of a gun. I could not describe what the gun was at that time, since I was only five, but I had a vision of this gun. He knew what it was but did not say; I knew it as well from seeing the vision of the gun he carried. I reflect now that from that vision he knew his time of death. Now I am old enough to figure out what it was.

We were there, the whole family, including my grandmother. Dad was doing two tasks. He was smart; he planned it. He crossed the border for Grandma after planning it, because there were only two ways: either the Arabs would stop Grandma and the people she was with from escaping the border, or Dad would let go of himself to join the military and go off to war. Both things had to happen at once, Grandma crossing the border and Dad starting to fight at one. Meanwhile, we were living that vision; it did not get off our back, and it still came back to him. What a surprise it was that he knew it was his time—he knew exactly when he would go.

Dad died while he was a commander, in 2005, after Dr John Garang de Mabior marked him. Even after we were separated for ten years, that mark of the vision was still there—knowing that time would come, he kept telling his people. What happened is that so many prominent southern Sudanese died in one group. It started with my uncle, Dr Majok Madang, and Dr Deng Allier Madang, followed by Deng Anyang Majok, then the king of the master, in the Ministry of Education and Agriculture, Dr Agree Maluk Kuany. This band of general commanders were marked for death in a single year. I reflect