There’s an entire generation of men my age in Southern Sudan who are waiting. Waiting for the economy to spring to life so they can find a job. Waiting for the economy to be locally driven so they can find professional work. Waiting for leadership to be composed of people who are qualified, instead of people who are favored by the SPLM/A for their veteran-ship in the bush. Waiting for an entire childhood and adolescence of violence and hardship to have counted for something.
Tomorrow is the last day of polling here in Southern Sudan. The end of the beginning of the end of an era. The country has already seen 60% turnout so whatever comes of the vote will be official. But there are still three states that will hold separate elections in a few weeks. Then it all has to be counted. It’s still another month before there can be an official new country in Africa.
“So we wait, and we wait, and we wait, and wait, and we wait...”