Where is home ?
Where is home ?
You don’t have citizenship where you stay and you don’t have peace where you have citizenship.
I always find it fascinating to meet South Sudanese in the diaspora, especially those who lived there for long time. Their stories cary such complexity and depth that makes you wonder how they still keep a smile and continue living .
Last month I shared a story about my uncle Taban who lived (and still lives ) in Uganda for the past 20+ years.
This time I moved to Sudan, Port Sudan to be specific, a port city in eastern Sudan, and the capital of the state of Red Sea.
Many South Sudanese lived here prior to the country’s session in 2011, some came here in the early 70ths and spent all their lives in this city.
My uncle Yuasa is one of them, I only knew about him few weeks ago, not a strange scenario for us in South Sudan. the war has scattred many relatives to far lands that makes it hard for second generation nationals like us to hear of them.
Yuasa came to Port Sudan in 1974, some good years before I was born. He is a tailor, a profession that he practiced the whole of his life, you can see his tailoring machine in one of the pics in this post.
Many of my tribes men and women lived in this city but decided to go back after the country was separated in 2011, Yuasa even shipped all his belongings to South Sudan in 2011. He would have gone but decided to remain behind to handle some matters related to selling a piece of land belonging to his friend. As he was doing that South Sudan exploded. War broke out in late 2013.
see the link in the comment section to know more about the war.
Not knowing what to do as he was hearing all the horror stories from home he had no option but to remain behind. He lost his Sudanese citizenship after South Sudan’s independence. It is a very though feeling to become a foreigner in a country you lived in for 30 plus years, it is even worse when you don’t have other options but to stay.
Being a tailor is no easy business, when South Sudanese left most of his client were gone too, there is a long held stereotype that South Sudanese are very fashionable and tend to spend a lot on dressing, my own outfits can confirm that . He now runs the tailoring business to make his daily living but he hardly gets the money he used to make.
He is still waiting for peace in South Sudan before he can go home, but from the look of it, I think Yusa got a better deal, this place is home to him. He has many friends and he seem to command a considerable respect among these people. I could see that from the cheerful greetings we got everywhere we went with him.
I respect this guy, I like his spirit and I think he will remain in my memory for a long time.
I don’t know when I will get back to Port Sudan gain but till then, keep it up uncle Yuasa. You represent many of us