This is one of the stories inspired by a childhood journey with my family from Raga to Wau, towns in western Bahr el Ghazal in the southern part of the Sudan in 1987. What had prompted me to write the memoir had been the events that had followed the South Sudanese attainment of a sovereign state.
This is a story that depicted what was sought after even before my birth. I came along and joined the march to demand for equal status. For me most parts of the story had been tough. In my writing, I had to take an expedition of self-composure. I had to take my forethought into an anticipated future and come back to write with that visualization. I had to withdraw my sentiment from what could call for vengeance and speak up for what the child had stood for. Within it is a reflective memoir about the power of a good cause and a family who believed in the triumph of the people. In their enactment, they raised a child within a time disguised by war and social discords. In a subtle journey along the lines of family relations and social associations, the story evolved.
