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I've always, like many curious, ‘unphilosophic’ and scientific minds, asked myself the point of philosophy in our scientific era. I've only come to the conclusion that it is only a selfish endeavor aimed at the satisfaction of one's own insatiable egoism (me-centeredness), a piece of snobbishness.

Notwithstanding that, it is my pleasure to welcome you here. As a South Sudanese and a Canadian, I have included works that reflect my experiences in these two culturally different worlds.

I have been a war-child, a child on constant move, and a child searching for answers. It's my hope that you'll be inspired to frisk or grope for your own answers whenever possible.

Ideas are all around us. They don't have to be good ideas, but they have to teach one into being good.

We will have to accept some Thomistic abstract here. There are times one has to be careful as to what one has to say, however, there are times when care in one's utterance becomes and obstacle to one's self-appreciation. What do we do then in such a situation? We will have to go with Aristotelian moderation, hard and idealistic as it may be.

As people who'd been exposed to the indignities and dehumanizing effects of war, appreciating ourselves in the abstract seems strange and curious. But still, the desire is overwhelming if not imperious.

At times, this abstract start up will be mocked and played down by the learned in an attempt to protect their enclaves. This is always the start of something monstrously extraordinary. If the force of such undesired signifance exerts itself in a manner that can't be igored, then it is looked at with: "I knew they had that in them."

Audacity and persistence are never frustrated if taken with the required virtue of humility and the old time cliche of helping the world.

South Sudan has emerged from the dust and blood of fifty years of paralyzing monstrous civil war. To appreciate the beauty South Sudan is is to present the serene Southern echo of weaver bird in a peotic elegance, to present the majesty of the Nile with prescient and hypnotic prose. SHOOK BE POOR YOU!!!

When will I Be Me

The railyway is rigid

But the train bends,

Planes fly but they

Aren't birds.

I'm human, yet I'm not!

(From Trifles, Kuir Garang, p.18)

Enjoy!! Enjoy!! Enjoy!!Enjoy!!

ABOUT MY WRITINGS

The civil war in Sudan has been a major shaper of South Sudanese youth's destinies. My writings reflect my being and experiences in different cultural settings. The appreciation and the critique of the experiences are both presented equally. Well, I'm human you know!

My first novel, TRIFLES, is now available as an ebook on Amazon Kindle and in print version on many online stores such as amazon, barnes and noble..... The novel is a personal survey of benefits and setbacks of multiculturalism in Canada; or to put it more correctly, the ups and downs of living in an environment with diverse cultural understandings.

Multiculturalism has both ups and downs, but many anti-multiculturalism groups see more wrongs with it than benefits. TRIFLES takes you on a cultural ride through the eyes of two ten-year olds and the effect of their perceptions on their families. When your child asks you questions you hesitate to answer, you know a different parenting strategy is required. Think of a good scene in Mandela's biographical movie, Goodbye Bafana!

Multiculturalism is a very interesting topic. It's regarded by many with admiration without precedents, however, it's frowned upon by a good critical many. While I do believe multiculturalism has a whiff of benefit dripping from it, I've, in TRIFLES, presented both the philosophical and the mundane elements of what multiculturalism entails.
However, it is not so much about multiculturalism as it is about being in a culturally diverse and confusing environment. Why would a little Chinese girl cross the street upon seeing me on her side of the street? Why would an Indian lady who just arrived from Mumbai [twenty years ago] clad her children securely in front of her as I parked my car next to hers? Why would a Caucasian young man feel apprehensive upon realizing the rest who were standing at the bus stop have left? Pure innocence! Pure innocence! However, this 'pure' innocence is sometimes given potency that socially elevates the same innocence.
I've lived as a refugee for a long time in different cultures to be bothered by such incidences. My task is not to lament too much but to try to help these tormented souls get rid of their demons.

Do the above mentioned souls feel any whiff of conscience when they act that way towards me? Or is the case just an impulsive reflex? In any case, I need to really help them, not hate them in return!!