Why are they taking my biscuits

May  2018 / 26 No Comments

“Why are they taking my biscuits”
A nation in trouble is like a boiling pot, those who say “I will just remain in my cool part of the pot” are delusional and out of touch with reality.
The armed men appeared in the middle of the road and pointed heavy guns at the speeding bus. The driver hit the brakes very hard and stopped the bus suddenly.
Nimule road had several buses ambushed and robbed in the previous weeks, the driver knows this very well. These guys don’t joke, they burn down buses and kill anyone who defies their orders. The driver knew he had a better chance of survival if he stopped the bus and allowed the robbers to take what they wanted.
Alex (not his real name ) is only 9 years old, he is traveling with his mom from Juba to Kampala, a 12-hour journey. Alex and his mom left Juba very early that morning, they were going to meet Alex’s Dad who is currently pursuing his higher studies in Uganda.
The armed men ordered all the passengers to deboard the bus, for the next 30 minutes Alex, his mom and everyone else in the bus were marched through the bushes with armed men surrounding them from both sides. With guns pointed at them, the passengers were led into the bushes for few kilometers.
After some time they reached an open area where they sat everyone on the ground, then in a very systematic and harsh manner. The armed men asked everyone to remove all their belongings.
Alex’s mom was so afraid, she asked him to be silent and refrain from doing anything that might attract attention.
She (like everyone else ) took her belongings and placed them on the pile of beginnings the armed men have gathered.
The men then started opening the bags in a very random and violent manner, emptying them one by one.
As they progressed they started opening the belongings of Alex’s mom. Alex had some biscuits in the bag which the mom bought earlier on. The men saw the biscuits and started eating it. As they did that Alex started screaming, “mom they are taking my biscuits, mom they are eating my biscuits”. The mom replied “shhh shhh, be silent Alex, be silent. I will buy you another one later “ The kid cried as he looked at his biscuits being eaten.
Why was Alex so angry when one of these armed men started eating his biscuits, why did he not cry when they stopped the bus, was he numb to the whole operation as it was unfolding.
I believe Alex is like many of us South Sudanese, most of us don’t cry or feel violated unless someone “eats our biscuits”. We grew so accustomed to the injustice in our society until we don’t speak out about what is horrifyingly happening to our neighbors.
We are silently marching as armed men guide us and squeeze our space every day.
I wish more of us would speak early enough, I wish more of us will feel the agony of our neighbors before things get out of hand, before someone starts eating our biscuits.
In this war, many people lost their biscuits but many of us did not speak because ours was not taken but now we reached a stage where no one’s biscuit is secure, you either take a stand or accept injustice as the norm.
Speak about injustice in our society.
Adopted from a true story.
You will be glad to know that Alex and his mom survived that day, they were left empty-handed. when they reached the main road they found the bus was burned to ashes. A passerby gave them a lift to the border town of Nimule where Alex’s mom was able to borrow a phone and make a phone call to her husband. She had hidden some 200 USD earlier on, a brave act of defiance which would have got her in serious trouble had the robbers discovered it.

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