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FEATURE-With peace, South Sudan faces hard choices

7/31/2005 2:36am

By Emily Wax, The Washington Post

RUMBEK, Sudan, July 28, 2005 Bakic Magol, a boy of 10, wakes each day on a straw mat in a field of muscular, speckled cattle. Powerful horns tower above him; mounds of steaming dung surround his bare feet.

A Sudanese girl listens to her teacher as she attends a class along with over 150 other girls at Rumbek primary school in Southern Sudan.
By dawn, Magol is deep in his routine. His small hands speedily collect and spread the dung. After it dries in the sun, he burns the piles, filling the air with choking smoke. In the burning heat, the cattle pen seems volcanic.

To keep away flies, Magol smears gray ash over his face. To stop bugs from biting the cows, he coats their horns with a paste of ash, dirt and cow urine. When he makes a clicking sound with his tongue theth, theth animals four times his size obey.

By the standards of southern Sudans nomadic society, Magol is highly skilled. To his family, he is indispensable. His father is a crippled war veteran, his mother a sorghum farmer who scratches the earth for their meals. Even though Magol cannot read or write, he is the only wage earner in his family.

"Sometimes I feel sad because he works too much," said his grandmother, Mary Ajok. "But cattle is our only economy. Bakic is a child, but he is like a man. I am proud of him."

Now, with peace returning to southern Sudan after nearly half a century of civil war though violence continues in western Darfur and with recent oil discoveries promising to catapult the vast, long-neglected region into modern life, the future of children like Bakic Magol could change drastically.

As in other African countries emerging from years of conflict and isolation, Sudanese parents and leaders are confronting hard questions. Should they continue passing down traditional skills and rituals, or help prepare the next generation for urban life and technical job opportunities? Should they keep sending their children to cattle camp where they learn to brand, milk and deliver cows or shift their sights toward books and literacy?

"Because there were so few schools during wartime, cattle camp is our school of life," said Simon Kun, a official of the Sudan Peoples Liberation Movement, a former rebel group that is now the regions government. "But with peace, education has to be compulsory. We cant stay with our cattle forever.

"Other places have made that transition," he said. "South Sudan will have to become a different world."

Temptations of Town

Alanitch Mading Mabor is a teenage milkmaid at Akoung, a woodsy cattle camp about a half days walk from Rumbek. In the evening, before milking, she struts through the camp with her girlfriends. They exude a certain mystique and sass, with blue plastic milk pails swinging from their arms.

For the children of the regions largest tribe, the Dinka, cattle camp is a hot, teeming, exciting experience. They can dye their hair with cow urine and drink all the milk they want. They cheer on bull fights and learn to fish. And boys and girls are free to flirt, often making marriage matches amid the dust and dung.

But Mabor, who believes she is about 17, faces a new choice. Rumbek, the regional capital, is booming. Should she stay at Akoung, where she has skills and respect, or take a risk and leave camp to marry a town boy?

Four years ago, she tried to enroll in a school that was opened during a lull in the fighting between government and rebel forces, but her brother asked to go, too. "So my parents wanted me back at cattle camp," she said. "Now I am just looking for a husband. Its time. Where should I find him? Maybe Rumbek town."

Her older female relatives tell her to stay and keep milking. If she abandons her responsibilities to seek adventure, they worry, other girls will follow and the older generations will be burdened with more work. If war explodes again, they could lose everything.

On their way to milk the cows, Mabor and her friends pass family corrals full of cattle, each with a hut on stilts in the center. Most huts have an AK-47 assault rifle strung up next to gourds used to make butter or yogurt. Older women shake the gourds with a rhythmic sound. Calves nurse and their mothers kick up dust. Teenage boys, fighting each other with sticks, stop to glance as the girls pass.

For a long time, Mabor found it hard to imagine any other world.

"Cattle are our lives," she says, pulling a calf off its mothers teats and roping it to a wooden peg. Then she kneels and milks, tugging with both hands. Her friend Nyaneyai Maker, a strong girl with a shaved head, milks nearby.

In the Dinka language, highly valued children are often given cow-related names. Mabors first name, Alanitch, means "the place where cow dung is dried." Another popular girls name, Arop, means cow dung. The Dinka have more than 100 names and phrases to describe bovines by shape, color and strength.

Mabor takes her name seriously. "Im the best milker in the camp," she says with a slightly sarcastic grin.

Their chores done, the girls link arms and walk back through the camp. The moon is rising. Some of the boys are parading bulls, their horns pierced and decorated with tassels. A drumbeat pulses, and a few boys begin singing songs of praise to their bulls.

Mabor confides that she has become bored with the boys at cattle camp and plans to walk to Rumbek to sell some milk. Theres a boy she likes there. He was once a cattle herder, but he left to work at a settlement set up for foreigners and Sudanese officials hoping to start postwar building projects.

Two days later, she returns in a restless mood. She has seen a school open in the town, but she is too old to attend it. Instead, she has sold her milk to buy a new dress, asking the boy to chip in. "And he did," she says, laughing in triumph.

Mabor has few possessions two other dresses, a torn straw sleeping mat, a teapot, a milk pail, three plastic bracelets and a pair of flip-flops.

"I think the life of town is better," she declares suddenly. "They are always clean, and they have radios in the market."

Mabor looks around the camp with new eyes. The boys dress with indifference to style or gender, sometimes wearing womens torn housecoats or dresses. In Rumbek, the boy she likes was wearing a smart, tan uniform and carrying enough money to treat her to beers in a new bar.

"I think I want to marry him and live there with him," she announces. "Easier life. Hes making money."

Looming Change

Kneeling in the wet soil next to his familys hut, Machuei Muriel helps his father castrate a bull. He is 11. He looks serious as he holds down the animals wildly twitching legs. His father stretches the white skin taut and slices with a knife, spurting blood on the ground. The bull bellows in pain.

The Dinka castrate a bull when it is not a desirable shape or color for breeding. Instead, it is used for decorative ceremonies, its horns gradually twisted into elaborate curves. The bulls with the nicest horns are offered as part of a wedding dowry.

The operation completed, Muriel Makuei Gong pats his sons back in praise. Then they collect dung ash to place on the wound. It will ease the bulls suffering, the father explains. The pair continue spreading, drying and burning dung, working side-by-side on their knees and hugging enormous piles of manure.

Gong has just taught his son an essential skill.

"I teach him how to care for his cattle for the benefit of his own life, to be able to make marriage and offer up the right types of cows when the time is right," he says.

Nearby, small children are tending young cows in a sort of cattle kindergarten. An old, wrinkled man pads through the camp with a calf slung around his neck. Older boys wander back from the marshy wetlands, where they have taken cattle to graze.

"Everyone has their role to play in cattle camp," Gong says. He acknowledges that it is a tough life. "But here you also see things that make you happy, like cattle giving birth," he says. "I can teach him that."

Still, Gong knows this time with his son may be fleeting. Hes heard that the new government will fine parents who dont send their children to school. Some parents at camp have said they will just pay the fee and keep the children at their sides.

But Gong says he believes in change, even if it comes with sadness.

Their world is a remote, neglected place without cars or farm machines, with few clinics or schools.

His family owns more than 100 cattle, making them prosperous. He feels it is time to take a risk.

"Machuei is intelligent with cattle. But he can learn more things in school. Soon it wont be my choice," he says to the boy, who nods and smiles. His elder son, who is about 17, is already at school, reading and doing figures. He likes it.

"I suspect that if peace stays, camp will one day die out," Gong says.

"Become wise, like a doctor," he tells his younger son. "The hands of educated people dont get dirty," he adds, looking at his own hands, cracked and caked with white powder from the burned dung.

The father has another choice ahead: whether to let Machuei undergo his tribes traditional manhood rites, in which six bottom teeth are removed and four incisions are made in the forehead. This signals that a Dinka boy is ready for marriage.

The cattle camp manager has advised parents against it, saying the ritual, a mark of ethnic distinction, makes it more difficult for Sudans many tribes to blend in easily at school.

Gong looks at his son, dressed in dirty brown shorts, gulping fresh milk from a pail. The father says he will not make the boy remove his teeth or scar his face.

"Ive made my decision," he says. "School is more important."

A Mans Job

Bakic Magol has just been paid, so he and his friend Mangui Yuot can buy breakfast. Usually they just drink milk, but on paydays they can afford a bowl of beans. In the shade of a grass hut, they hungrily scoop bowls of oily mush without speaking.

As they walk back to the cattle pen, an old woman with a torn dress begs Magol for money to buy tobacco. Farther down the dirt path, another woman clutches Magols arm, asking whether her daughter can come and milk the cows for some free milk.

Magols carefree mood is gone. He lowers his head and sprints back to work.

The next day his father, Alfred Magol, crippled and blinded from a land mine, rests under a tree and talks about how even peace has not brought relief to his family. No one from the new government has come to pay disabled veterans, he complains.

And if peace doesnt last, how can he afford to let his son leave work and go to school? The southern peace deal is fragile, and a separate conflict is continuing in Sudans western Darfur region. The country is still not stable, and the family is worried.

Bakic Magols mother, Mary Achol, would also prefer him to be in a classroom. When he visits home these days, she says, he doesnt like her to touch him or make him food.

"I feel worry because hes working without my care," she says. "When a person is educated, life is easier."

Magols grandmother dismisses such worries, saying he is a "strong and courageous boy." The two women start to hum a family song that compares Magol to his great-grandfather, a skilled cattle herder. In fact, every ancestor Magol can remember was a cattle herder.

But Magol is still a boy trying to do a mans job. A few days later, exhausted from the heavy, constant work, he seems to have reached his limit. Herding a group of cows into an auction pen, he gets hit in the eyes by a horn. Minutes later, some older men accuse him of losing a cow, and a fight breaks out.

"For Gods sake . . . I dont have your cow," he shouts, his eyes filling with tears.

Recently, Magol says, he had a dream. "It starts with the cows escaping. I am running through the forest, looking for my lost cows. I cant find them," he says. "Then I go to sleep. I dont care anymore."

Magol knows there is a new school in Rumbek, and he wonders if he should go. The auction house manager has told the young herders they need an education to become rich, and he imagines working as a trader, or perhaps at a radio station. But his family has no money and needs him to do what he calls "my small works" to support them.

"When I am tired, I do think of schooling. . . . Sometimes I concentrate when the schoolchildren write letters in the sand," he says. At the moment, though, what he really longs for is new clothes. "I would love some pants," he says.

Magols friend Mangui Yuot talks about going to the new school in Rumbek. He says he told his father there would be free lunch, provided by the United Nations, so the father has agreed.

Magol, ignoring his friend, continues spreading mounds of dung.

"Are you going to join us?" Yuot asks.

"I cant," the boy answers, lighting a pyramid of dung. "Not yet For more Sudan News

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