يا طلاب وخريجي جامعة جوبا وثقوا تجاربكم هنا..

Quote: Flag this messageSalam Wa Kalam KateerFriday, 13 June, 2008 7:10 PM From: This sender is DomainKeys verified "Enshrah Ahmed" Add sender to Contacts To: [email protected] Ya Abdle Latief and his guests, Thanks ever so much for your kind words. I always say to myself - if I were to rewrite my history, then I would have chosen to hold on to two aspects of my present life; 1) To have chosen my father to be my father 2) To have picked up Juba Uni to be the institution where I do my undergraduate studies. Therefore, I have all the reasons to be proud, happy and completely satisfied, albeit sad, about what my role was at Juba Uni to the extend that “I am fanatic about it”. Let me share with you one of my favourite real life stories in Juba Uni which really made me very proud of myself and my colleagues at that time.. That was when the members of the DF decided to use their spare time to teach at Juba secondary schools. At the time the secondary school in Juba town suffered from acute shortages of teachers. Abdel Latief, I think you were with us. We wrote to various secondary schools around the town to ask if they need our serves/help as volunteer teachers. Subsequently, we received a number of positive responses, straight away, we organised ourselves according to our individual comparative advantages. As any regular university students, we used to attend our lectures, then work in rotation using our leisure time to teach various subjects at various schools. I remember I was teaching geography at some school which, was not far from the university campus, I forgot the name of the school, it was so enriching experience. I remember, once I had to explain to the students some issues pertaining to "map readings", then I jumped on the chance to teach the young fellows about Africa, I went on and on to release all my emotions on how Africans are great people and how the history has misjudged us "as Africans". I would never forget the unanswered questions in the eyes my student as well as their body language.. They were quite puzzled by this “Mandokoro” who came to tell them about "How proud we should be as Africans", what does she know about her own identity?. At that age, just talking about my own self "all emotions were at stake" waiting for a chance or a person to ignite them. Therefore, as I said before "This Juba Uni is an eye Opener" , whoever passed through its experience and felt s/he has not been unshaken, then s/he has lost it and lost it forever. The other favourite story that I want to share with you is when we were "detained without charge" for a month right at the centre of Juba town. As you are following, Dr. Karaum and the others have already started documenting this period, however, what I am attempting to do is to handle the public reactions to our detention. Later on will get back to see if I could fill the gaps that, my colleagues who documenting this period, might have left it raw. By the way, we were I guess 26, however, this story is about my own reading. Therefore, the consequences of any disclosures are mine. Having said that - all are welcome to claim, enjoy, add as well as dispute whatever I have about to write. Anyway, let's get back to July/August 1987- this was the last month I spent in Juba . It wasn’t my first detention in Juba , though, it was the longest. During this period everyday in the morning some Juba kids in their way to schools they would decorate the barbered wires of the police station, where we were detained, with wild flowers. During this period, our clothes would be taken outside the police station, washed, ironed and brought back the same day. During this period, our food, tea and coffee were brought by the people of "Atla’ Barah". The women who were working as cleaners and tea sellers in and around the university had, for some reasons, decided to identify themselves with us. During that period I have seen my own investigators crying literally crying and they would come and ask us to sing our "revolutionary songs" for them. During that period my lecturers brought me sweets, tea, books and secretly told me in my ears that what I was doing was right. During that period my own friends and colleagues who were not detained with us, they would spent days and nights with us in the detention. During that period a colleague of us bought a local mat, sat over it , for a month, at the courtyard of the police station to protest her own way against our detention. The bond I felt with the people of Juba during that time has never left me. During that period I have also seen the other part of the coin, I have seen some students, some lecturers and some people of Juba " mainly from the Jallabh" allowing themselves to give us names, insult us and wish us to disappear from the surface of the earth, as we brought them shame by working together with own brothers and sisters “ the Southerners”.. It was one month, however, the events were so intense and I feel like it is encapsulated years and years of my life. I felt my political experience has matured. I felt I am ready to voice my concerns and make sure others are listening to me and taking notes. I felt I will never be the same. I felt this is a new era of my life. But I also felt it is going to be a long way ahead and it happens to be true. 20 years later and no one has got the guts to tell me what were the charges brought against us!! Has anybody known... Will get back Hugs enshrah