Sunday, July 8, 2018

From Nyamlell to Mogok


Father Michael D. Barton
Comboni Missionary
Mogok
Jonglei State
South Sudan

I left Nyamlell after eleven years and a bit more of wonderful work among the Dinka Malual and went home to the USA. The day I left Nyamlell was the day that Pope Benedict XVI announced that he would resign the papacy (February 2013) and I only heard about it when I reached Wau.

When I returned to the South Sudan in December 2013, the civil war had just broken out and I was looking at the only region of the South Sudan that I had not experienced — the Upper Nile Region, which was the area most affected by the civil war between the SPLA and SPLA-IO. Father Antonio Labracca was living in Ayod as a hermit and was open to my coming with him as one who would do missionary ministry in the area of the Nuer Gawar and Nuer Lou.

So, I was sent to Leer in Unity State to study the Nuer Language with a group of other Comboni Missionaries. We had one day of class. Then the civil war reached Leer and the looting soon began. The other missionaries fled the town too and I refused to join them so I saw the looting of the Catholic Mission of Leer. Two officials of an oil company working in that state helped me to find a boat on the White Nile to take me to Old Fangak, where the Combonis run another mission among the Nuer. I was welcomed by that community and stayed two months to study. For holy week 2014, I make the jump to my new assignment in Ayod and was there on Palm Sunday where they used a donkey in the procession and to welcome me into their community.

I was sent to Mogok to celebrate the rest of the Holy Week, where I saw a school building and a small Catholic community. On Easter Monday I went back to Ayod and as we got nearer I felt blisters on my feet after nine hours of walking. I also heard heavy gun fire coming from Ayod. I found Antonio well and we stayed in Ayod until Easter Friday when we were told to flee and that we did. One night it was deep in the bush and the next day it was even deeper and there we stayed for a month and a half with the hope that the government would leave Ayod and we could go back. That has yet to happen and we are in 2018.

That place was called Jony and we drank and washed in the same water all very brown and very much a village rural setting. No blackboard or books or even chalk. The catechists and youth had gone back to the town and brought out most of the clothes I had left there. I asked Antonio to allow me back to Mogok and I would start a school there and do pastoral work from there. So, I did.

With permission of the authorities of the place we started with a few textbooks and no chalk or food for me. Within two months Father Antonio had joined me, continuing his ministry as a prayerful hermit now both of us in Mogok. We had received chalk and food and the Mogok Christians built us two huts, a bigger one for Antonio and a smaller one for me — all for a new rain jacket.

I started the school with class 1 to class 5. No fees and not much interest from the local population and terrible absenteeism. To begin is tough. I found a few other teachers but to align them to my way of doing things was also difficult. Every year since has been easier and the pupils and parents have taken the school more seriously and the teacher more and more on board with what I want. At the end of 2017 we had the full primary school. The class eight has 5 candidates for the leaver certificate and they took the first three positions. The first position was one of our girls and second was one of our boys and third place was a tie between two boys and another girl all from our school. After starting from nothing in 2014, by 2018 we had something of value. Those two girls I sent to a senior secondary school in Rumbek run by the Irish Loreto Sisters. I have had good experiences with other girls in the past. Girls are terribly oppressed in Nuerland as in many other places and so I feel called to help them and let the boys figure other solutions with their families.

It was a real challenge to start and get going the catechumenate, and after four years it really is working only in Mogok but nowhere else in the parish. The vision I have is to create one parish with all the Nuer that I work with so we would be independent from Old Fangak. But so far it is only my vision and that of some of the West side of the parish and nobody else. Yet it continues in my head. I would like to see some permanent churches built and lots of instructions given and on-going growth going non-stop. We are just at the beginning and the Presbyterians are much more established.

The West part of the parish is part of the Sudd, a very large water containment, and are the Gawar, whereas the East is wet in the Wet Season (summer) and very dry in the dry (winter).

I move only on foot and have no car, or even bike or motorbike. I would be able to use a car if and when we go back to Ayod. Not now as it would be taken either by the government troops or the rebels among who we live. In the future . . .

In March 2017 many towns and villages were disrupted by government troops and looted by everyone. I had guns put to my head and Mogok was captured for just a few hours, but all my things were looted and carried off and up to June 2018, I had only one pair of long pants and three shirts. Now after a month home in Indianapolis I have more clothes than I had before the looting and I have bought nothing.


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Photos from Mogok, South Sudan

These are photos taken of the Mogok Christians and Comboni Missionaries Father Michael Barton and Father Antonio Labracca.