Every story from his past is like a scar that tells a narrative of battles fought and victories won and lost both visible and hidden from the world. It all started at the end of the Dafur conflict. Paddy’s dad was working in the office of the president and they had relocated from Yambio to Dafur since there were inside information that an agreement can be made to stop the war.
Paddy describes it as “the beginning of life.”
Paddy narrates;
Sudan feels like home, every time I go there regardless of
what I went through, it is home. No one is perfect and what I went through I cannot
blame anyone for fate, I just need to heal. My dad died in 2012. That was the
first time since 2004 that I heard of him. I know he loved me. There is nothing
that can change the love he had for me. I have brought this up because when
things really started going south, he sent me away to Uganda. New life, no
parents and I had to maneuver around to make ends meet.
Since we separated, I have never seen him or talked to him and the only time I saw him, was when someone in Sudan sent a whole article about him. This is how he was described,
“a man despite the heaviness that enveloped him, there was a fragile beauty in his struggle. His resilience though obscured by darkness, there was hope. With the right support and understanding, he had the potential to navigate the labyrinth of his emotions to the path back to a brighter existence. He sacrificed the son and it rained.”
Paddy Guor went through a series of what he says defined him
as a man. He describes healing as a journey through death and pain. Now he is
holding me hostage on his story until I either pay him or give him my phone.
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