What Is The What: A Novel by Dave Eggers

Author:Dave Eggers [Eggers, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: United States, Historical - General, Sudan, Biographical, Fiction, Literary, Sudanese, Historical, American Contemporary Fiction - Individual Authors +, General, Refugees, Fiction - Historical
ISBN: 9781932416640
Publisher: McSweeney's
Published: 2006-11-19T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 18

Most prophecies go unfulfilled. It's just as well. The expectations Father Matong put upon me took many years to fade from the forefront of my mind. But thank God they did. Free of this pressure, my head was, for a time, clearer than it had been in years.

It is just past midnight and Lino is asleep. Julian, no doubt tired of seeing our faces and being unable or unwilling to bring help to us, has retreated to an office behind the desk. Achor Achor is watching a documentary about Richard Nixon on the overhead television. He will watch anything about American politics, or any politics at all. He is certain to hold office in a new southern Sudan, should it really become independent. There are plenty of southern Sudanese in the Khartoum government now, but Achor Achor insists that he will only return to Sudan if the south votes to secede in 2011, which the Comprehensive Peace Agreement allows. Whether the National Islamic Front or Omar al-Bashir, the president of Sudan, actually allows this to occur remains to be seen.

Achor Achor's phone begins to vibrate on the table between us, turning slowly clockwise. As he is looking in his pockets, I lift the phone and hand it to him. Given the hour, I am reasonably sure it is a call from Africa. Achor Achor flips his phone open and his eyes grow round.

'It what? In Juba? No!' Achor Achor stands suddenly and walks away, past Julian. Lino does not stir. I follow Achor Achor and he hands me the phone.

'It's Ajing. He's going nuts. You talk to him.'

Ajing is a friend of ours from Kakuma who now works for the new government of southern Sudan. He lives in Juba and is training to become an engineer.

I take the phone.

'Valentine! It's Ajing! Call CNN and tell them that the war is on again!'

He's out of breath. I beg him to slow down.

'A bomb just went off. Or a mortar. They just bombed us. Huge explosion. Call CNN and tell them to send a camera. The world needs to know. Bashir is attacking us again. The war has returned! I'll call you back--call CNN!'

He hangs up, and Achor Achor and I stare at each other. There had been chaotic sounds in the background of the call, sounds of machinery and movement. Ajing, being in Juba, certainly should know what was happening there. My stomach drops to my feet. If the war were to begin again, I don't know that I could live through it, even safely here in the United States. I doubt any of us could. We live only knowing that rebuilding has been possible in southern Sudan, that our families are safe. But this, a return to blood and madness--I am quite sure I will not be able to bear the burden.

'Should we call CNN?' Achor Achor asks.

'Why us?' I ask.

'We live in Atlanta. You've met Ted Turner.'

This is a good point. I decide I will first call Mary Williams and proceed from there.

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