Save The People of Darfur!
Journal of the People’s
“Writing The History I’ve Lived, Living
The History I Write!”
Darfur Diary: Part XIV – My Journey To Chad, Central
Easter In N’djamena
Sunday, April 1, 2007 (Part B)
There is another point that needs to be made. The Colonel
that escorted us was a plain, ordinary, everyday kind of
man. The Colonel, and all the Darfurians and Chadians I
met, exhibited the same humble decorum. Here was a Colonel,
an anti-terrorist regional director, assistant to the President,
chauffeuring me around to buy sneakers and actually doing
As we were about to go to the reception (the Indian friend
of Yahya, Mr. J, had invited us to a reception) while waiting
at the pool, having one last conversation with Mohammad,
an official car came into the courtyard. The kind of car
that had passed us on the highway. By the greeting Yahya
gave to the driver and especially the passenger, I knew
this was a high-ranking official.
After the handshakes and embraces, smiles and verbal exchanges,
they were introduced to me. Mr. G was the President’s
protocol officer (I never got the driver’s name).
It was this protocol officer that had been trying to reach
Yahya from the first day we arrived. He knew our departure
time. He had come to bring special greetings from the President.
The President was in Niger. He regretted he was not able
to see me when we were in N’djamena. At that time
he was in Abeche. When we were in Abeche, he was in N’djamena.
The next time I am in the country, he will be sure to see
me. Significantly, with a touch of warmth, he addressed
me as father. I was more than pleased. It is not every day
a President of a country sends an assistant to give greetings
and regrets. I thanked the protocol officer. I sent gifts
to the President, which included, a special historic memo
book containing pictures and statements relating to Darfur;
another book, No Monopoly On Suffering; two DVDs –
one capturing some of the activities of NRLAA and another
DVD depicting our churches history and involvement and my
While we were waiting for our driver sent by Mr. J and before
the protocol officer arrived, I am not sure what stimulated
it, Yahya talked more about himself than ever before. He
said there were eight (8) children in his family. His oldest
brother had been killed or assassinated by the Sudanese
government. His other two (2) brothers were with the family,
one was an economist and the other a linguist. He had four
(4) sisters. His family possessed a large farm, employing
over 300 workers with huge farming equipment. One of his
brothers had begun to sell the equipment. He Okayed it,
but told him not to sell the land. His father is old now,
over 80 years old and can’t take care of the farm
anymore. The Sudanese government has prevented the sell
of the equipment from the farm. So it’s a bad situation.
Never before had I seen Yahya so sad and troubled. His small
eyes, which sit in his dark round face, seemed to be seeing
what he was talking about and more. I didn’t know
how to respond. I practice saying nothing when I don’t
have anything to say. In times of great grief or staggering
lost or tragedy, there are no words to express one’s
feeling. I am too fearful of saying something trite or flippant
or stupid. I certainly don’t want to be like Job’s
friends who came to console him in his misery. They sat
quietly with him for three (3) days and nights, they never
said a word. Finally, they did speak; they said all the
wrong things. In exasperation, Job scolded them, “Miserable
comforters are you all! Would to God that you would have
I asked could he go back to Sudan. “Yes, but I don’t
know what will happen. They have promised to kill me. They
have asked me to come back.” He continued, “I
met with the Sudanese government when they were in New York
some months ago. They invited me to come back home. I said,
Okay, if you release the prisoners.” Here, Yahya named
some of them. They were his friends. The Sudanese rejected
Now, I felt I understood him better. His knowledge of so
many things, the assurance and confidence he exhibited as
he took care of business. He always seemed to be in charge.
Here in Chad, to some extent in the USA, he has a wide range
of contacts and associations. Everybody knows him and responds
to him. He has a sharp mind, a swiftness to grasp the core
meaning of things. He is always thinking ahead with exceptional
planning and organizing ability. It was all so clear now.
To be continued…
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