I know 2 Sudans, the story of transitioning from one identity to another and the long awaited change to the conversations of who qualifies as a government representative for the discussion that begins next week on #FacesofJunub could you list some panelists to zoom in?
In this discussion we begin to debunk the use of language to define culture and ethnicity in the modern setting of #AfricaDialogues what significance does artistic expression have in shaping a revolutionary struggle?
Its certainly a renaissance of artistic expression when speaking of the cross cutting effect of Madilu system's lingala music on the radio, followed by Diamonds Tetema and singing it in unison, but have you heard an old song that sticks with you? I think of Lucky Dube's reggae
And how rebellious it was hearing it on loud speaker. To this day it tempts me to turn up the sound system and remind every artist of the revolutionary aim for which art is made, a voice to channel dissent, to imitate emotions or to create a ruse, it is a platform for expression.
《Tsk Tsk》
Africa is eating her suns
Toiling beneath the afternoon sun,
An officer shouts, STOP!
while his belly button wants to pop.
Implementing orders from the top
While setting up shop,
Ticking off one by one
For the boys to have fun!
Then getting grouped in twos
Africa is eating her suns
Toiling beneath the afternoon sun,
An officer shouts, STOP!
while his belly button wants to pop.
Implementing orders from the top
While setting up shop,
Ticking off one by one
For the boys to have fun!
Then getting grouped in twos
Always to fill some shoes;
For the crew that will hang,
Others will learn the slang.
Officers care for naught,
Get out of line and get shot
So i lay here and wait
Can i escape this fate???
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity @nyadak_maya @ApukAyuel Thanks for the discussion.
For the crew that will hang,
Others will learn the slang.
Officers care for naught,
Get out of line and get shot
So i lay here and wait
Can i escape this fate???
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity @nyadak_maya @ApukAyuel Thanks for the discussion.
I think this is a long awaited intervention, need i mention how our identity has become a reflection of the systematic abuses flaunted by the lack of progressive political, social and economic discussions which can be interrogated in the state of the nation address?
《Domke》Catch or Intervene
Why hide behind excuses,
Another lie that seduces
Begging to dismiss my presence
So you can lay in silence?
Again and again you try reconcile
How you became so vile
To no longer feel like yourself
Picking another character off shelf.
Why hide behind excuses,
Another lie that seduces
Begging to dismiss my presence
So you can lay in silence?
Again and again you try reconcile
How you became so vile
To no longer feel like yourself
Picking another character off shelf.
A lie will always be a lie,
You can't be merry eating pie
Weighing down an inch at a time
Waiting for the bell to chime.
"Last call for alcohol"
Prepare to sink back into your hole
Does it count to feel so high
When no one is left to say "Bye"!
#poetrycommunity #SouthSudan
You can't be merry eating pie
Weighing down an inch at a time
Waiting for the bell to chime.
"Last call for alcohol"
Prepare to sink back into your hole
Does it count to feel so high
When no one is left to say "Bye"!
#poetrycommunity #SouthSudan
It seems so long ago now since i shaved off my dreadlocks, yet the shackles of the trauma that made me grow them in the first place seem unending. You see, its easier to look like a ruffian than as an artist because of a cultivated opinion defining a particular look as criminal
LOCKS-THUONG(break)
I drag along
A history of war songs
Dancing to drum beats
While stomping my feet.
Can you feel the craze,
Hate in my eyes ablaze
Raising my arms in praise
Of the old ways?
I mock my enemies defeat
Kicking dust at his feet
Dancing wildly to the beat
I drag along
A history of war songs
Dancing to drum beats
While stomping my feet.
Can you feel the craze,
Hate in my eyes ablaze
Raising my arms in praise
Of the old ways?
I mock my enemies defeat
Kicking dust at his feet
Dancing wildly to the beat
In this mid-summer heat
I mock his retreat
Shaming his fear
Because he's not here.
Thuong~ means broken a linkages, in this poem, its a reminder of the messy hairstyles that somehow became associated with the struggles for independence in africa eg. MauMau dedan Kimathi 《RIP》
I mock his retreat
Shaming his fear
Because he's not here.
Thuong~ means broken a linkages, in this poem, its a reminder of the messy hairstyles that somehow became associated with the struggles for independence in africa eg. MauMau dedan Kimathi 《RIP》
Certainly I'm invested in the advocacy role artists play in developing the national identity, through thought provoking retorts, we engage art as a political tool examining the cultural dynamics from which the society views the participants in the discussions. Whether cartoon or
In the form of satire, the artistic attire relates with the social construct in a way that uproots its debased character to show it to the audience. Perceiving this character takes years of careful examination of the prevailing circumstances within the nation. A SORT OF SOBRIETY
Nhom Lau/chasing sobriety.
I find myself chasing sobriety
Losing my soul to fit in society,
I know the role i play
All the right things to say...
Seeking comfort in a drugstore
For the only medic i adore,
So away from home i stroll
To seek she that demands her toll...
I find myself chasing sobriety
Losing my soul to fit in society,
I know the role i play
All the right things to say...
Seeking comfort in a drugstore
For the only medic i adore,
So away from home i stroll
To seek she that demands her toll...
Were she free, to be with me,
I'd have her near me,
Her dowry is steep
Her happiness, never cheap.
For she takes me to this place
Where the world unfolds her face
For so long i missed that bliss
Since i tasted her lisps.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity
I'd have her near me,
Her dowry is steep
Her happiness, never cheap.
For she takes me to this place
Where the world unfolds her face
For so long i missed that bliss
Since i tasted her lisps.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity
The cost of living away from home as a refugee created a disconnect between the languages i can speak, the need for expression takes the form of lived experiences defined by constant movement. Living in temporary housing makes life seem flighty and easily uprooted in strife.
Chwat piny/Rent
I live in this place, not my own,
The only home I'd ever known,
Now it owns memories I've grown
From the seeds sown.
I digress, its not a home,
Just for rest when troubles come
Doesn't seem like much to some
I've loved it during my time...
#southsudanesesurvivors
I live in this place, not my own,
The only home I'd ever known,
Now it owns memories I've grown
From the seeds sown.
I digress, its not a home,
Just for rest when troubles come
Doesn't seem like much to some
I've loved it during my time...
#southsudanesesurvivors
Its seen storms and endless calm
Bearing the mark of silent psalms,
For a time in a solders palm
I heard the allure of mother's charm.
#PoetryCommunity #SouthSudaneseSurvivor
Its in those moments that i learnt the true price of anger from bitter words, they sting tearducts...
Bearing the mark of silent psalms,
For a time in a solders palm
I heard the allure of mother's charm.
#PoetryCommunity #SouthSudaneseSurvivor
Its in those moments that i learnt the true price of anger from bitter words, they sting tearducts...
Tiit/Wait
Memories in the rain
Carry so much pain
For tears never shed
And words not to be said.
Watching mother thread,
Silently locking in her head
Mournful psalms,
Steady were her palms.
The needle her bayonet
Threading through another set
One day to put on display...
Contn.
Memories in the rain
Carry so much pain
For tears never shed
And words not to be said.
Watching mother thread,
Silently locking in her head
Mournful psalms,
Steady were her palms.
The needle her bayonet
Threading through another set
One day to put on display...
Contn.
On a sofa set and make her day.
Other days her laughter has inertia
Making rounds, tickling every bone,
Or a dizzying array or nausea
when i was left alone.
For she always had my back,
I cannot say thank you,
For keeping me on track
When i strayed too far from view.
#poetrySSD
Other days her laughter has inertia
Making rounds, tickling every bone,
Or a dizzying array or nausea
when i was left alone.
For she always had my back,
I cannot say thank you,
For keeping me on track
When i strayed too far from view.
#poetrySSD
Tiim chok/Shaded Trees
I saw a boy playing with a toy
Whispering like a pirate, "ahoy"
Happy he could make the world his
Until he wakes from dreaming this.
At first it seemed like a game
Until the scripts became the same
Walking, dancing, playing lost hue...
I saw a boy playing with a toy
Whispering like a pirate, "ahoy"
Happy he could make the world his
Until he wakes from dreaming this.
At first it seemed like a game
Until the scripts became the same
Walking, dancing, playing lost hue...
Like standing in a long queue
Of memories stuck in smoke.
On my skin the words i spoke
In my eyes a painted scene
Of the sun's descent already seen
While waiting for mothers' call
'Supertime', that was all,
As he ran for the embrace of home
My time to move had come...
Of memories stuck in smoke.
On my skin the words i spoke
In my eyes a painted scene
Of the sun's descent already seen
While waiting for mothers' call
'Supertime', that was all,
As he ran for the embrace of home
My time to move had come...
Its been a fruitful day. Writing about the engagements that reminded me of where I came from and the platforms Faces of Junub Global arts initiative intends to create, I have found the support i needed to launch this project to the next phase. Watch this space for more details.
I learnt to mourn before i could attend funerals for people who provided shelter for my parents through the toughest storms, setting out from Khartoum to Egypt, my fathers photo album consists of various dignitaries, standing tall above everyone in one corner is Manut Madut Bol..
Before graduating from law school i started working as a News editor for Juba Telegraph, only leaving for Kenya after the confirmation of my graduation. My mother arranged a party to celebrate it inviting the #SouthSudan community in Eldoret to celebrate with me, i came late 🤗
I was free to start my legal practice, which i had started in 2012 as a volunteer legal intern in Kenya with Supeo and Dre, visiting remanded prisoners and informing them of their rights to legal representation. In 2013, i briefly worked at the Legal Aid Centre in Eldoret
When i crossed paths one day with a cousin locked up in remand prison. I talked to him to find out what happened and realized there wasn't much i could do by myself to help him, so i reached out to my mother to get the community to help him out of that situation.
2016 was a tense year, after the clashes happened at J1, i walked with my oldman to Juba Town to visit a relative near our office receiving treatment for a bullet wound to his leg. That was on 9th July when the fighting had calmed to respect the Independence day celebrations.
10th July 2016
I WOKE UP TO THE BOOM
Walls shaking in my room
The rattling of a chain
RACING THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN.
The ground fell away from my feet
I lay in wait fearing defeat,
My bones felt so weak
I dared not to speak...
Instead i walked around town gathering information.
I WOKE UP TO THE BOOM
Walls shaking in my room
The rattling of a chain
RACING THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN.
The ground fell away from my feet
I lay in wait fearing defeat,
My bones felt so weak
I dared not to speak...
Instead i walked around town gathering information.
I ran but had nowhere to go,
I tried knocking on every door,
The night out in the cold
Made my soul bold.
Finding on social media pictures and videos of the IDPs inside the UN camps running for their lives in rain in a recording between prefabricated buildings in a dog fight...
I tried knocking on every door,
The night out in the cold
Made my soul bold.
Finding on social media pictures and videos of the IDPs inside the UN camps running for their lives in rain in a recording between prefabricated buildings in a dog fight...
I could die in... WAIT
I won't accept that fate.
For i carry this pain
Of dancing in the rain!
Hearing my mother praying
I will see better days,
For I Abhor war deep in my core
I WON'T TAKE IT ANY MORE.
The only time gunshots seemed to cease was in the hailstorms 《DengDit》
I won't accept that fate.
For i carry this pain
Of dancing in the rain!
Hearing my mother praying
I will see better days,
For I Abhor war deep in my core
I WON'T TAKE IT ANY MORE.
The only time gunshots seemed to cease was in the hailstorms 《DengDit》
Tweny/Tear/Rain
Somedays i curse what is left
When i can't recognize myself
Staring out of the window pane
Waiting for this feeling to wane.
I tried to write your name
In this glasses misty frame
When chains took hold
And my hands went cold.
This violence defines me...
Somedays i curse what is left
When i can't recognize myself
Staring out of the window pane
Waiting for this feeling to wane.
I tried to write your name
In this glasses misty frame
When chains took hold
And my hands went cold.
This violence defines me...
It blinds me to see
Beyond the litany
Of words containing my sanity.
I couldn't really complain
Or put it in words so plain,
So i let this sigh stain
The windows watching the rain.
I watched as a flower grew from behind a wall in my window and tried to frame a picture of beauty.
Beyond the litany
Of words containing my sanity.
I couldn't really complain
Or put it in words so plain,
So i let this sigh stain
The windows watching the rain.
I watched as a flower grew from behind a wall in my window and tried to frame a picture of beauty.
Chaath/Nomad
The sight of blood excites me
Maybe today It will bury me
I'm tired of seeing the same days
In the morning dews before sun rays
What is it like to die?
I don't want to spend life high
On cheap booze and sex
So what makes it fall into context?
#southsudanesesurvivor
The sight of blood excites me
Maybe today It will bury me
I'm tired of seeing the same days
In the morning dews before sun rays
What is it like to die?
I don't want to spend life high
On cheap booze and sex
So what makes it fall into context?
#southsudanesesurvivor
I tried to write a suicide note
With only lyrics to quote,
In the irony of saying i want to fall
While building my walls so tall,
So i started this outcry
A being too afraid to say 'bye'
Before i am laid to rest
I hope for the best!
In elation of hearing chants 'Tasgut bes'
With only lyrics to quote,
In the irony of saying i want to fall
While building my walls so tall,
So i started this outcry
A being too afraid to say 'bye'
Before i am laid to rest
I hope for the best!
In elation of hearing chants 'Tasgut bes'
Adag diet/Ocean/Seep
I have been singing a broken melody
An ill timed chorus to your rhapsody
Dancing along to songs on my own
Trying to hold memories in a phone.
Asking, are you alone?
When you think of me
With million reasons, it cant be
Waiting here, I'm lost with no brace.
I have been singing a broken melody
An ill timed chorus to your rhapsody
Dancing along to songs on my own
Trying to hold memories in a phone.
Asking, are you alone?
When you think of me
With million reasons, it cant be
Waiting here, I'm lost with no brace.
So i play another song to save face
Insipid thoughts through my eyes,
Can you see through the lies,
feeling like butterflies in my skin
Asking where you've been?
I hate this silence
My mind got crowded
Trying to resist violence,
My trust voided
Tasting bittersweet
Staying afloat.
Insipid thoughts through my eyes,
Can you see through the lies,
feeling like butterflies in my skin
Asking where you've been?
I hate this silence
My mind got crowded
Trying to resist violence,
My trust voided
Tasting bittersweet
Staying afloat.
Warkou/Wakou/Silhouette
I lived fearful in the light
Afraid to lose my sight
Or getting caught in another fight;
My loses burn too bright!
A penny wise and foolish i sit
Weighed down by another deceit
Lies i tell myself to overcome defeat
Trying to get back on my feet.
I lived fearful in the light
Afraid to lose my sight
Or getting caught in another fight;
My loses burn too bright!
A penny wise and foolish i sit
Weighed down by another deceit
Lies i tell myself to overcome defeat
Trying to get back on my feet.
Waiting for a night out,
To breathe free and dance about,
Like old gods that scream/shout
This is my night out!
Learning about ancient cultures that survived into modern times, i wrote its expensive buying furniture to explain the transitive journey from East Africa to the West.
To breathe free and dance about,
Like old gods that scream/shout
This is my night out!
Learning about ancient cultures that survived into modern times, i wrote its expensive buying furniture to explain the transitive journey from East Africa to the West.
Tuom Niim/Contrast
I'm black, not brown
I wear it like a crown,
My hue is midnight blue,
As for my origins, here's a clue;
I glow just like the Nile
On a moonlit night
But its not quite as bright
As my smile.
painting you this picture, of a face of #SouthSudaneseSurvivor
I'm black, not brown
I wear it like a crown,
My hue is midnight blue,
As for my origins, here's a clue;
I glow just like the Nile
On a moonlit night
But its not quite as bright
As my smile.
painting you this picture, of a face of #SouthSudaneseSurvivor
Adhweng/Picturesque
How do you manage to rouse
Wondrous smiles as i browse
Your beautiful chin?
It feels like sin,
The desire that creeps in,
Before whispered goodbyes.
My mind speak to my eyes
When you are nearby,
To go out on a whim
For it would seem
My corny tongue
Is sprung
How do you manage to rouse
Wondrous smiles as i browse
Your beautiful chin?
It feels like sin,
The desire that creeps in,
Before whispered goodbyes.
My mind speak to my eyes
When you are nearby,
To go out on a whim
For it would seem
My corny tongue
Is sprung
Glued to the right word
Like a nerd,
Lost in fantasies a world beyond
While growing fond
Too fast in this bond
Begging me to hold
Just a picture in a frame
Captioned in your name
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity Lets rebuild this black Nation 🇸🇸 with no fear.
Like a nerd,
Lost in fantasies a world beyond
While growing fond
Too fast in this bond
Begging me to hold
Just a picture in a frame
Captioned in your name
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity Lets rebuild this black Nation 🇸🇸 with no fear.
Arioch/Coy
Our eyes meet mid stride
A wry smile, you try to hide,
Warm and inviting to your side,
Bridging where words divide.
Don't look away before i say
You look good today
Stay and make my day
Or will you again come my way?
I ask you miss, don't be coy,
My heart is not a toy
Our eyes meet mid stride
A wry smile, you try to hide,
Warm and inviting to your side,
Bridging where words divide.
Don't look away before i say
You look good today
Stay and make my day
Or will you again come my way?
I ask you miss, don't be coy,
My heart is not a toy
I may not be your buoy
Maybe we'll have a baby boy
To teach that secret language
If only it could salvage
Your attention from this baggage
Of thinking all men are savage.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor
Maybe we'll have a baby boy
To teach that secret language
If only it could salvage
Your attention from this baggage
Of thinking all men are savage.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor
The purpose of this advocacy is to break new grounds for #SouthSudanese Communities to share in the development prospects that come with this new found peace. In creating a platform through which important discussions can take place to fit into the reform agenda @ nation building
《Ring ke Yuom/Flesh and bone》
When the chains fall
And the bars won't hold
My soul whole,
Would these scared eyes
Learn to recognize
A lovers call?
From blood gone cold
Hearts forlorn
Broken bones
Learning to fight
For the right
To break the silence
In a history retold
When the chains fall
And the bars won't hold
My soul whole,
Would these scared eyes
Learn to recognize
A lovers call?
From blood gone cold
Hearts forlorn
Broken bones
Learning to fight
For the right
To break the silence
In a history retold
Opening up the walls
To lead us home.
I'm praying you come
Hold my hand
And understand
We're going to Freedom Hall.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #PoetryCommunity
I hope you are featured in this Juba conference of the #NationalDialogue to speak freely about the challenges we Face.
To lead us home.
I'm praying you come
Hold my hand
And understand
We're going to Freedom Hall.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #PoetryCommunity
I hope you are featured in this Juba conference of the #NationalDialogue to speak freely about the challenges we Face.
《Teem Chok/Uproot》
I learnt the hard way
Not to say
The things that hurt.
I fear the flirt
Of a Balancing Tear,
When you're not here,
Those soulful moans
Chalked out as groans
Falling into silence.
Sighs like violence
Dished out in seconds
Don't make amends
When the tears flow
I learnt the hard way
Not to say
The things that hurt.
I fear the flirt
Of a Balancing Tear,
When you're not here,
Those soulful moans
Chalked out as groans
Falling into silence.
Sighs like violence
Dished out in seconds
Don't make amends
When the tears flow
The silences grow
With no place to go.
The question making sense
Do you outgrow friends
When the love ends?
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #NationalDialogue What would be your response to this call to talk freely through this medium for mass communication? How to end the stalemate?
With no place to go.
The question making sense
Do you outgrow friends
When the love ends?
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #NationalDialogue What would be your response to this call to talk freely through this medium for mass communication? How to end the stalemate?
Koch/Tribe/People
Don't cry when i say
I like the way
We argue.
I see you
In a different hue
Giving me what is due.
Speaking your mind
I try and find
Little treasures.
Not that i can measure
The effortless erasure
Of times pressure.
All seems fair
between stares
Picking sides.
Don't cry when i say
I like the way
We argue.
I see you
In a different hue
Giving me what is due.
Speaking your mind
I try and find
Little treasures.
Not that i can measure
The effortless erasure
Of times pressure.
All seems fair
between stares
Picking sides.
Could you ride the tide
Of writing from my side
Letters of protest.
Don't let it sit in your chest
The congested CONTEST
Of being upset
I won't let
Anything else get
Lost in the sunset.
Vibe with this bribe
Lets make a tribe
Of poetic scribes.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor what are we
Of writing from my side
Letters of protest.
Don't let it sit in your chest
The congested CONTEST
Of being upset
I won't let
Anything else get
Lost in the sunset.
Vibe with this bribe
Lets make a tribe
Of poetic scribes.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor what are we
Kom/Firefly/Bugs
Rage against the dying light
This pen is my might
Telling tales in silent night.
It might seem scary,
Don't you worry,
I will share a story.
I hold this pen to send
'Away' darkness with no end
Days we recklessly spend
Writing to the editor
Fearing a monitor...
Rage against the dying light
This pen is my might
Telling tales in silent night.
It might seem scary,
Don't you worry,
I will share a story.
I hold this pen to send
'Away' darkness with no end
Days we recklessly spend
Writing to the editor
Fearing a monitor...
I am your suitor.
#SouthSudan lets bring this peace back to our homes, put aside the pride that drove division in our national vision as we reclaim the Justice Peace and Prosperity that has been due to us. Walking across from Freedom Hall to Garang Mausoleum, loku bae/mashi bed.
#SouthSudan lets bring this peace back to our homes, put aside the pride that drove division in our national vision as we reclaim the Justice Peace and Prosperity that has been due to us. Walking across from Freedom Hall to Garang Mausoleum, loku bae/mashi bed.
《AJOL/TEASER》
Grant me this kiss
I might make you miss
And start to tease.
Tell me to stop please.
I'd hate to make a speech,
I'm not here to teach
I want to come so close
You take air out my nose.
Tie my mind in a knot
I don't see why not.
Show me your poses
I'd covet to...
Grant me this kiss
I might make you miss
And start to tease.
Tell me to stop please.
I'd hate to make a speech,
I'm not here to teach
I want to come so close
You take air out my nose.
Tie my mind in a knot
I don't see why not.
Show me your poses
I'd covet to...
Possess
Watching you try conceal
Tempts me to reveal
This wicked thought that mocks
Listening to long talks!
#NationalDialogue should get started online before it goes to freedom hall, its part of the daily discourse which don't feature in the news, so go to the radio to speak
Watching you try conceal
Tempts me to reveal
This wicked thought that mocks
Listening to long talks!
#NationalDialogue should get started online before it goes to freedom hall, its part of the daily discourse which don't feature in the news, so go to the radio to speak
Write letters to express your thoughts on what is wrong in the government, with some insight on how to fix it. Fixing #SouthSudan started the moment Garang signed the CPA agreement, although we have faced setbacks, new forums have arisen to create discussions centred on #peace
Am i right?《Gaat/Write》
Sometimes this empty space hurts
In a child's sudden growth spurt
Innocence seems predestined
For an end unrefined...
I don't know
What dropped your jaw,
It made my stomach gnaw.
Those feelings so raw
Became you,
While i got lost too
Trying to go home
Sometimes this empty space hurts
In a child's sudden growth spurt
Innocence seems predestined
For an end unrefined...
I don't know
What dropped your jaw,
It made my stomach gnaw.
Those feelings so raw
Became you,
While i got lost too
Trying to go home
To find peace in rolling storms
I roam
Blind to the dread seeping in
Worrying like its sin
Nothing stays within
Four walls caging us in
With my mind on a spin.
Tracking where i fit in this
Asking do i only please
Or made of more bliss?
Crawling through the shade
Bleeding black...
I roam
Blind to the dread seeping in
Worrying like its sin
Nothing stays within
Four walls caging us in
With my mind on a spin.
Tracking where i fit in this
Asking do i only please
Or made of more bliss?
Crawling through the shade
Bleeding black...
Like hades
I let my pen dip
Letting my soul drip.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivors Finding an amicable solution has been a struggle since we attained independence. The issues of land, governance and rampant corruption/nepotism have plague our national development. Are we on the same page
I let my pen dip
Letting my soul drip.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivors Finding an amicable solution has been a struggle since we attained independence. The issues of land, governance and rampant corruption/nepotism have plague our national development. Are we on the same page
《ARIAN/NUDE》
REMEMBER LAUGHS LIKE AN ECHO
Haunting as we rushed to the door,
Pause, think of that pose
Moments before you gave a rose.
In our mind, she was the flame
Convincing us to get a new name
Now stuck in neurotic blame game.
Worshiping her like the sun
Don't hold a gun
REMEMBER LAUGHS LIKE AN ECHO
Haunting as we rushed to the door,
Pause, think of that pose
Moments before you gave a rose.
In our mind, she was the flame
Convincing us to get a new name
Now stuck in neurotic blame game.
Worshiping her like the sun
Don't hold a gun
25th May 2020 marked #AfricaDay2020 with the Agenda to Silence the Guns. Take this opportunity to write about #AfricaRising I ask the next writer to join the podium, tonight I've exhausted my rhetoric.
2018 marked the most challenging time of my struggle through depression, I attended 2 conferences, one on World Press Freedom day and another organized by CIPESA, meeting mentors i had only ever engaged on the internet, yet each step i took was marked with strain from this pain.
In 2019 i couldn't wait to return home to see my daughter off as she started her journey as the first born. Overwhelmingly the emotion from writing First Citizens and watching the downfall of Bashir had numbed me to any further engagements as i set off to start Faces of Junub.
I think of the missed opportunities in my university application to #SouthAfrica to study law, yet fittingly my daughters name come from there, nicknamed 'Tash' she's the blessing that pushes me on to write and set forth on the right path for creating equal opportunities to all.
《Nya-Kiir》
Like a storm yearns for calm
I want you in my arm
To shelter you from harm.
Daughter of the Nile
Bless me with your smile.
I want to see you glow
Like watching sunsets ashore
You draw me in like an undertow
And i adore you more.
You will always have my ears.
Like a storm yearns for calm
I want you in my arm
To shelter you from harm.
Daughter of the Nile
Bless me with your smile.
I want to see you glow
Like watching sunsets ashore
You draw me in like an undertow
And i adore you more.
You will always have my ears.
To allay your fears,
To hear you flow
In the gentle whispers you know.
Take me away
With every word you say
Making me dream in the day
Thinking of a way
Back to your heart
You had mine from the start.
#SouthSudan #poetrycommunity Nya-Kiir- Twic dialect
Nyankiir-Ngok dialect
To hear you flow
In the gentle whispers you know.
Take me away
With every word you say
Making me dream in the day
Thinking of a way
Back to your heart
You had mine from the start.
#SouthSudan #poetrycommunity Nya-Kiir- Twic dialect
Nyankiir-Ngok dialect
Crossing the Kiir River earlier this year after my brothers wedding, i found a way of putting to rest the pain of growing up a refugee. A lifetime of learning doesn't quite reconcile an identity crisis arising from the disconnect of living in 2 time zones before going home.
The nomads journey ended when i stopped leaning on my own understanding of how to live in a family and let life happen steadily instead. Each fruit of the tree flowers at its own time, putting purpose to my writing meant rewiring my thread and start weaving this thread to mend.
TIIM BAE/FAMILY TREE
When the time came
First was Atem,
Strong with no fear,
A smile from ear to ear.
Nya-Kiir/mànDeng, olman claims,
Same as the folklore of Abuk,
Tracing back our names
Through history a book.
Holding in reverence
Past generations
In deference
For references.
When the time came
First was Atem,
Strong with no fear,
A smile from ear to ear.
Nya-Kiir/mànDeng, olman claims,
Same as the folklore of Abuk,
Tracing back our names
Through history a book.
Holding in reverence
Past generations
In deference
For references.
Writing Nyajok's jokes
Ror's roaring laugh
Kiir has a snickering cough
A gulp from a saliva choke,
As I trace our roots back
Twelve generations on track
Asking you to chime along
To this family tree song.
#poetrycommunity
#poetryforachange #PoetsTwitter #SouthSudaneseSurvivor ✊🏿
Ror's roaring laugh
Kiir has a snickering cough
A gulp from a saliva choke,
As I trace our roots back
Twelve generations on track
Asking you to chime along
To this family tree song.
#poetrycommunity
#poetryforachange #PoetsTwitter #SouthSudaneseSurvivor ✊🏿
《Bae》
Welcome!
Broken homes annoy,
Not even a toy
Turns the frown
Of my crown,
Glad you've come.
Switching from town to town
Tarmacked grounds radiate,
Moving inter-state
Boundaries don't discriminate
Between whole families.
There haven't been any rallies
Or contested tallies.
Welcome!
Broken homes annoy,
Not even a toy
Turns the frown
Of my crown,
Glad you've come.
Switching from town to town
Tarmacked grounds radiate,
Moving inter-state
Boundaries don't discriminate
Between whole families.
There haven't been any rallies
Or contested tallies.
Retaining a father's laughs at dusk
Like mother's ululation gets stuck
In those silent spates
Reaching these gates.
Another nomad
Waiting to get
Past being sad
Trying to forget
Sounds of a turret
Racing against the sunset
Waiting to hear
What this year
Ushered in.
Come often.
Like mother's ululation gets stuck
In those silent spates
Reaching these gates.
Another nomad
Waiting to get
Past being sad
Trying to forget
Sounds of a turret
Racing against the sunset
Waiting to hear
What this year
Ushered in.
Come often.
《Reer/Recluse》
Home; the place
Stuck in time
Trying to keep at pace
With schedules rhyme.
Leaving this wondrous place
Trying to seive
Chasing life's rat race
Hoping to receive
A token of welcome
From strangers tongue
Which gets me stuck in a jam
When the trap is sprung.
Home; the place
Stuck in time
Trying to keep at pace
With schedules rhyme.
Leaving this wondrous place
Trying to seive
Chasing life's rat race
Hoping to receive
A token of welcome
From strangers tongue
Which gets me stuck in a jam
When the trap is sprung.
Spending bitter days,
Sour from the scourge
Of preaching new ways
To get a recharge.
Off this rotten routes
Leading to a risky bout
reclaiming the pride
Left to hide
In an abuse
Of what to use
Where I choose.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor This road to recovery is long but worth it.
Sour from the scourge
Of preaching new ways
To get a recharge.
Off this rotten routes
Leading to a risky bout
reclaiming the pride
Left to hide
In an abuse
Of what to use
Where I choose.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor This road to recovery is long but worth it.
This journey gave my life a purpose and new meaning, learning from the experience I try to pass on the knowledge i have earned in the hope that #SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity understand that its through adversity that we learn our true character, tried and tested.
《MacharKuei/Venus》
Prize of my eyes
at first light
What a sight
To watch
As Life goes on
In this song,
Intrigue
Shaking fatigue
off these bones
Don't do it alone
When days start off grey
Try and pray
We find a new way
After a long day
Looking for a perch
Befitting search
Prize of my eyes
at first light
What a sight
To watch
As Life goes on
In this song,
Intrigue
Shaking fatigue
off these bones
Don't do it alone
When days start off grey
Try and pray
We find a new way
After a long day
Looking for a perch
Befitting search
Feeding our household
Your hands I'll hold
Building this dream
For our team.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity finding Justice, Peace or Prosperity starts each day at dawn, burning this midnight oil has often taken a mental toll so I am learning again how to give it a rest
Your hands I'll hold
Building this dream
For our team.
#SouthSudaneseSurvivor #poetrycommunity finding Justice, Peace or Prosperity starts each day at dawn, burning this midnight oil has often taken a mental toll so I am learning again how to give it a rest
《Osiris/Supiri/Nile》
Rapids and tides
Waves, fishes dive,
Birds flocking in droves
Add the doves,
As a donkeys bray
Is brought to bay.
Before Dawn's yawn
I fawn at what i found
Gaining a pound
In this abundance
Of chance
At first glance
This isn't a prance.
Waiting for the day
Rapids and tides
Waves, fishes dive,
Birds flocking in droves
Add the doves,
As a donkeys bray
Is brought to bay.
Before Dawn's yawn
I fawn at what i found
Gaining a pound
In this abundance
Of chance
At first glance
This isn't a prance.
Waiting for the day
When I'd have my say
In what cheers
Tear my eyes
To sunrise's surprise.
Of Service to the iris
This is what i deserve
To hold in reserve.
#poetrycommunity #SouthSudan I think this years holiday on July 9th Should bring a new theme song to honor the fallen like a story of OSIRIS.
In what cheers
Tear my eyes
To sunrise's surprise.
Of Service to the iris
This is what i deserve
To hold in reserve.
#poetrycommunity #SouthSudan I think this years holiday on July 9th Should bring a new theme song to honor the fallen like a story of OSIRIS.
The reason i chose to write this composition; my daughter is now in class 4 and might have already been asked what she wants to be when she grows up. When i was in Sosiani Primary school in 2000 I wrote that I wanted to be a Pilot. 2003 Uncle Bany said i was a curious journalist.
Filling the application forms for University University before finishing KCSE i chose Doctor, Electrical Engineer and Lawyer. So far i have learnt to put all the skills I've acquired over time to use, and wish to inspire a new generation of thinkers to see education as a frontier
《Wiir/Oasis》
Quench this thirst
Not too fast
That i'd ask first
To taste your lisp.
Slurping honey drips
Gripping these hips
Fingers running blind
With a bind from behind.
Muffled in sighs
Sweaty thighs
Arms raised high.
Wondering how you fit
Like a folded seat
In shared heat
Quench this thirst
Not too fast
That i'd ask first
To taste your lisp.
Slurping honey drips
Gripping these hips
Fingers running blind
With a bind from behind.
Muffled in sighs
Sweaty thighs
Arms raised high.
Wondering how you fit
Like a folded seat
In shared heat
My breath like the wind
Racing across sand dunes
With an oasis in mind
To scrub my bones.
Ever taken a dip in the Nile, my phone fell in once, luckily it was waterproof and i enjoyed the swim after a brief panic. Quite the respite come to think of it.
#SouthSudan #Poetry_Planet
Racing across sand dunes
With an oasis in mind
To scrub my bones.
Ever taken a dip in the Nile, my phone fell in once, luckily it was waterproof and i enjoyed the swim after a brief panic. Quite the respite come to think of it.
#SouthSudan #Poetry_Planet
This isn't an english lesson though, its a story about love and pain. The pain that lives in my brain like a migraine to counterbalance the love in my heart. Writing is a pain i resort to when Love doesn't suffice. Staring at this phone, i wonder if this message ever reaches
《KON KOCH/RESPITE》
Telling you like it wasn't said before
Its only you i adore,
If what you read doesn't show this
Come steal a kiss.
I live in a world of 'if"
No better than a petty thief,
Stealing each chance for a glance
Hoping for a little romance
Before the day's obscurity
Telling you like it wasn't said before
Its only you i adore,
If what you read doesn't show this
Come steal a kiss.
I live in a world of 'if"
No better than a petty thief,
Stealing each chance for a glance
Hoping for a little romance
Before the day's obscurity
I wish for better reality
Come to me in a dream
So tomorrow has a theme.
Through Living this overcast day
My moods ever so grey
Is there sunshine where she's gone
While i stare ay this phone?
#SouthSudan #Poetry_Planet Hope you're enjoying the fireworks somewhere breezy today.
Come to me in a dream
So tomorrow has a theme.
Through Living this overcast day
My moods ever so grey
Is there sunshine where she's gone
While i stare ay this phone?
#SouthSudan #Poetry_Planet Hope you're enjoying the fireworks somewhere breezy today.
I had to learn how to live with pain every time i fell and rose again, each time taking one step at a time in the journey to recovery. There's many types of pain, emotional and physical pain. Pain changes us, either for better or worse, it defines the people we become #SouthSudan
Only love sets you free, that feeling of giving with no expectation that you will receive anything in return, removes all the shackles of obligation. Love doesn't afford us respectability, it endures all adversaries and cements the changes we bring as the
#southsudansurvivor ✊🏿
#southsudansurvivor ✊🏿
So i pledge to you, let love lead, this 9th of July as we celebrate the Independence Day, call for the changes that have been long awaited, reconciliation between the military and its citizenry. Hold the appointed leader to account for their pledges to this nation state 🇸🇸
✊🏿《Piir/Drop》
A thousand shades beautiful
That melanin glow
In a steady flow
Fitting every fold
Making a handful.
Dazzling as the moon
hoping for rain soon
To ease these angst
Turning our belly jelly
Waiting for the call;
Catch me when i fall
#SouthSudan Oyee! #Anyanya Oyee!
A thousand shades beautiful
That melanin glow
In a steady flow
Fitting every fold
Making a handful.
Dazzling as the moon
hoping for rain soon
To ease these angst
Turning our belly jelly
Waiting for the call;
Catch me when i fall
#SouthSudan Oyee! #Anyanya Oyee!
As independence day inches closer and closer, remember the fallen heroes who didn't get to see the fruits of their labor. Remember those who suffer silently injustices and indignities resulting from lawlessness, pray for UNITY to shield us from falling into the same trap again...
《In-Depth/MOUW》
PROMETHEUS at inception,
A deception from rebellion,
Of blending in a million.
Rooted in the binds
Of structured minds
Lost to the winds...
Will the angels whisper
When jeepers creepers
Drag me deeper?
Or bent to hunchback
From ages sack
And Life's thumbtack.
PROMETHEUS at inception,
A deception from rebellion,
Of blending in a million.
Rooted in the binds
Of structured minds
Lost to the winds...
Will the angels whisper
When jeepers creepers
Drag me deeper?
Or bent to hunchback
From ages sack
And Life's thumbtack.
Kol bi yaan mol chaath, ba ki thiec, eh waat ngo.. when i stop moving will you ask why?
I learn by observing the changes happening around me, parenthood was the hardest lesson of all. It teaches us how often we wrong others and pray that our sins are not visited on our children..
I learn by observing the changes happening around me, parenthood was the hardest lesson of all. It teaches us how often we wrong others and pray that our sins are not visited on our children..
《Mõõl/Abort》
What I'd give
For my voice
To have sang
The lullabies
Written each night
To warmly wrap
Your ears
For all the years
I fear
What absence
Or perhaps silence
Begets when it intends
To make amends.
#southsudansurvivor holding grudges hurts more than letting it go...
What I'd give
For my voice
To have sang
The lullabies
Written each night
To warmly wrap
Your ears
For all the years
I fear
What absence
Or perhaps silence
Begets when it intends
To make amends.
#southsudansurvivor holding grudges hurts more than letting it go...
《RÏÏCH/REACH》
Question the absence
Cast in the present,
That essence
Missing in recurrence
For thoughts torment
Draining from the brain
Seeping through each vein
To being restrained
In the measure
Of what to treasure
As a sentiment
Ways to search
Imminent touch
In this stretch
Question the absence
Cast in the present,
That essence
Missing in recurrence
For thoughts torment
Draining from the brain
Seeping through each vein
To being restrained
In the measure
Of what to treasure
As a sentiment
Ways to search
Imminent touch
In this stretch
《Twany/Blight》
Hearts paved with black roses
Taking life in doses
Hoping to go numb
As blood pumps.
Masking hurt in the eyes
Torn apart by lies
Endless promises,
surprise,
See the sunrise
Of smiles deprived
You survived
Learn to laugh again
Bearing with this pain
#SouthSudan
Hearts paved with black roses
Taking life in doses
Hoping to go numb
As blood pumps.
Masking hurt in the eyes
Torn apart by lies
Endless promises,
surprise,
See the sunrise
Of smiles deprived
You survived
Learn to laugh again
Bearing with this pain
#SouthSudan
《Chi-bak/Hey》
I replay the day we met
Like a play on a stage set;
You smile at me everyday
Will you come my way?
This ruse of a smooth game
Has never quite been the same
As i stumble and fall
Rushing to your call.
Wondering why its like this
Talking to you i find peace
I replay the day we met
Like a play on a stage set;
You smile at me everyday
Will you come my way?
This ruse of a smooth game
Has never quite been the same
As i stumble and fall
Rushing to your call.
Wondering why its like this
Talking to you i find peace
Like the words in a song,
I like how we get along,
When thought feel like shrowds
You stand out in a crowd
Tongue tied for what to say
I only say "hey"
This feels like a really long text, trying to provide a context from which to see my perspective, maybe its a cypher to decrypt
I like how we get along,
When thought feel like shrowds
You stand out in a crowd
Tongue tied for what to say
I only say "hey"
This feels like a really long text, trying to provide a context from which to see my perspective, maybe its a cypher to decrypt
《Dõl/Blush》
Don't go
Until you know
What makes me miss
Your smile and kiss.
Stuck in this bliss
Holding on like this
Thinking only of now
How I'd allow
Myself to get lost
In doing the most
Standing on my toes
Searching for a prose
To say how it feels
Rocking on my heels
Don't go
Until you know
What makes me miss
Your smile and kiss.
Stuck in this bliss
Holding on like this
Thinking only of now
How I'd allow
Myself to get lost
In doing the most
Standing on my toes
Searching for a prose
To say how it feels
Rocking on my heels
blushing deep inside
Trying to hide
This wretched smile
I've had for a while.
#SouthSudan learning to express cogent thoughts in poetic form is a challenge because its an unorthodox form of communication. Poetic expression ought to have deeper meaning applied in a context
Trying to hide
This wretched smile
I've had for a while.
#SouthSudan learning to express cogent thoughts in poetic form is a challenge because its an unorthodox form of communication. Poetic expression ought to have deeper meaning applied in a context
《Yooch/Scent》
Does a seed
Drifting in its creed
Guided by the wind
Learn to find
A home in a cloud?
Sometimes too proud,
A scheemer with doubts,
As a king in autumn
Learns wasted moments damn
Forgetting kindled smiles
Lasted only a short while
Wondering if roses bloom in dark
Does a seed
Drifting in its creed
Guided by the wind
Learn to find
A home in a cloud?
Sometimes too proud,
A scheemer with doubts,
As a king in autumn
Learns wasted moments damn
Forgetting kindled smiles
Lasted only a short while
Wondering if roses bloom in dark
Eyes coated black
Feeling the budding vine
Creeping through the spine
Shedding through thorns
Of learning to trim horns
Trying to rest in this grave
Of not knowing how to behave.
When you lit the fire
I felt the ire and desire
To grow whole
Truth be told
I'm bold
Giving this rose
Feeling the budding vine
Creeping through the spine
Shedding through thorns
Of learning to trim horns
Trying to rest in this grave
Of not knowing how to behave.
When you lit the fire
I felt the ire and desire
To grow whole
Truth be told
I'm bold
Giving this rose
Will my scent reach your nose?
#southsudan
《Kât/Run》
Did my letters ever reach
Beyond this deserted beach?
What lies covered your eyes
When you said bye?
Which direction was i to search
For lessons none teach?
Born with this tan
Does anger make a man,
Perhaps a plan
To run...
#southsudan
《Kât/Run》
Did my letters ever reach
Beyond this deserted beach?
What lies covered your eyes
When you said bye?
Which direction was i to search
For lessons none teach?
Born with this tan
Does anger make a man,
Perhaps a plan
To run...
When home starts to burn
Before your return!
I dread how much
We're out of touch.
Previously called <catch up> this poem is a reminder of how often news reports during the #SouthSudan civil war included stories of young refugees trying to start again at life in refugee camps
Before your return!
I dread how much
We're out of touch.
Previously called <catch up> this poem is a reminder of how often news reports during the #SouthSudan civil war included stories of young refugees trying to start again at life in refugee camps
《Mààr/Lost/Escape》
Love, put the bottle down
Don't drown
In this regret
Of things you try forget,
I can see you're upset,
Trying to match the sheen
Of your crown, a queen,
A young king, would sing
For the joy you bring.
Yet we're at this brink
Taking bottomless drink
Falling,
Love, put the bottle down
Don't drown
In this regret
Of things you try forget,
I can see you're upset,
Trying to match the sheen
Of your crown, a queen,
A young king, would sing
For the joy you bring.
Yet we're at this brink
Taking bottomless drink
Falling,
Sinking,
Drowning,
Before the suns rising
Whose mother is crying?
Asking;
When will this generation
Be seen in veneration
Ending the devastation
Of living in disconnection?
#southsudansurvivor
Are the Refugees whose lives are marked by untold pain of traumatic memories.
Drowning,
Before the suns rising
Whose mother is crying?
Asking;
When will this generation
Be seen in veneration
Ending the devastation
Of living in disconnection?
#southsudansurvivor
Are the Refugees whose lives are marked by untold pain of traumatic memories.
《Tak/Daydream》
Have we lived a lie
A haven getting high
A love that died
And woke up to hide.
Like another dream
how vivid reality seem
Beautiful in a sun beam
Trapped in a recurrent dream
Like a lust that didn't last
Running through land so vast
Days gone fast
Like Shadow cast
Have we lived a lie
A haven getting high
A love that died
And woke up to hide.
Like another dream
how vivid reality seem
Beautiful in a sun beam
Trapped in a recurrent dream
Like a lust that didn't last
Running through land so vast
Days gone fast
Like Shadow cast
In a sweaty haze
Navigating through a maze
Trying to remember happy days
To write down like it pays!
#SouthSudan #poetrycommunity grief is rude, haunting and often triggered by the most unexpected things. I knew i was traumatized when i heard fireworks in Accra during a funeral
Navigating through a maze
Trying to remember happy days
To write down like it pays!
#SouthSudan #poetrycommunity grief is rude, haunting and often triggered by the most unexpected things. I knew i was traumatized when i heard fireworks in Accra during a funeral
《Atiep/Shadow》
A lonely sun at dawn
The shadow, long, looking down
Lingering as it fascinates
In a game to procrastinate
For the hate of high noon
Reminding of those gone too soon
Lost in the shadow of a blink
Don't look up and think
Of what the sun left behind
The back of mind
A lonely sun at dawn
The shadow, long, looking down
Lingering as it fascinates
In a game to procrastinate
For the hate of high noon
Reminding of those gone too soon
Lost in the shadow of a blink
Don't look up and think
Of what the sun left behind
The back of mind
Praying it would end
Like a message i send
Waiting by the night light
For you to come in sight
Knowing that you're far
counting on a lucky star.
#SouthSudan #poetryforachange after the fireworks, i got out of the house to go for a long walk, it became routine when i lost sleep.
Like a message i send
Waiting by the night light
For you to come in sight
Knowing that you're far
counting on a lucky star.
#SouthSudan #poetryforachange after the fireworks, i got out of the house to go for a long walk, it became routine when i lost sleep.
《NGUACH/Rot/Rancid》
Feeling like tearing off my face
Lost in q phase if drifting gaze
I spent days mocking my skin
Not finding any kin,
To explain this painful breaths
Crows on my back perched
Awaiting a descent to death
Like grim rehearsed
Lost but not saved
As the black fades
Feeling like tearing off my face
Lost in q phase if drifting gaze
I spent days mocking my skin
Not finding any kin,
To explain this painful breaths
Crows on my back perched
Awaiting a descent to death
Like grim rehearsed
Lost but not saved
As the black fades
my ancestry history jaded
In museums long departed.
#southsudanesesurvivor #poetrycommunity its hard to start new beginnings in a different place, like i wrote in the poem "alamo" i was choking on tears waiting for a new year or atleast a new way to deal with the trauma of 2016
In museums long departed.
#southsudanesesurvivor #poetrycommunity its hard to start new beginnings in a different place, like i wrote in the poem "alamo" i was choking on tears waiting for a new year or atleast a new way to deal with the trauma of 2016
《Arem/Quake》
The pain in my throat
Of trying to stay afloat
When tears shed dried
Colors in my eyes dyed
In a world so grey
Not hearing what i say
Neither in day or night
Hearing thoughts fight.
a shudder when i breathe
Breaking free of clenched teeth
silent tears drop & stop
The pain in my throat
Of trying to stay afloat
When tears shed dried
Colors in my eyes dyed
In a world so grey
Not hearing what i say
Neither in day or night
Hearing thoughts fight.
a shudder when i breathe
Breaking free of clenched teeth
silent tears drop & stop
For all the misguided hopes.
Awake and afraid to dream
For life isn't what it seems
Folding legs to my stomach
Why does it hurt so much?
#southsudansurvivor
Crawling into the fetal position, i reached out to a friend lamenting about the heartbreak. Pain serves no master in hits
Awake and afraid to dream
For life isn't what it seems
Folding legs to my stomach
Why does it hurt so much?
#southsudansurvivor
Crawling into the fetal position, i reached out to a friend lamenting about the heartbreak. Pain serves no master in hits
I learnt from that pain to live each day like it was the last dance, time lost meaning as i woke up long before dawn and slept only when my body got tired. These days i avoid drinking alcohol for the risk of falling apart. Becoming adept in recognizing it in the Faces of Junub.
《Dier/Dance》
A look was all it took
For eyes don't lie
Captured in your essence
I see its presence
Of going through the motions
At the subtlest notion
tempting to pull you closer
A step at a time to be surer
That you won't have to go
When the song ends, so;
Get lost in a dance
A look was all it took
For eyes don't lie
Captured in your essence
I see its presence
Of going through the motions
At the subtlest notion
tempting to pull you closer
A step at a time to be surer
That you won't have to go
When the song ends, so;
Get lost in a dance
Like its our last chance!
Figuring out how to put all the knowledge and acquired skills into building this platform, i know the real risk of putting myself in an uncomfortable bind to explain the dissenting opinions that may arise. There are no scripts for how to deal with pain
Figuring out how to put all the knowledge and acquired skills into building this platform, i know the real risk of putting myself in an uncomfortable bind to explain the dissenting opinions that may arise. There are no scripts for how to deal with pain
For today we put aside the pain history metted on our nation, Its important to give Homage to the leaders who played a significant role in the establishment of an Independent #SouthSudan starting from #Anyanya #SPLA #SPLM the martyrs and the living liberators, young and old
《Wun_Wa/Father》
I stand on the shoulders
Of great men
Wonder where have the rest gone.
The giants who moved boulders,
The strong men
Of whom legends are drawn.
Wiser as they grow older
Strange men
With more a smile than frown.
Pained as it gets colder
healing men
Awake at dawn.
I stand on the shoulders
Of great men
Wonder where have the rest gone.
The giants who moved boulders,
The strong men
Of whom legends are drawn.
Wiser as they grow older
Strange men
With more a smile than frown.
Pained as it gets colder
healing men
Awake at dawn.
Don't be afraid to get familiar
With the glaring eyes
And frame your own.
I took a picture in Wunrok last year paying homage to Kerubino Kuanyin, Dominic Dim Deng, Garang De Mabior, Justin Yaac while listening to Nyankol and other greats who imparted on us love of #SouthSudan
With the glaring eyes
And frame your own.
I took a picture in Wunrok last year paying homage to Kerubino Kuanyin, Dominic Dim Deng, Garang De Mabior, Justin Yaac while listening to Nyankol and other greats who imparted on us love of #SouthSudan
To commemorate this historic 9th Independence Day here is a #ThrowbackThursday of #PresidentKiir touring #BahrelGhazal and coming to Mayen Abun with @Aquaengnoq and Michael Makuei Lueth. 
An appraisal to Angelo Beda, Abel Alier, Bona Malual Madut, Francis Mading Deng and other members of the Steering Committee, whose ideas and resilience have shaped the national discourse through the #NationalDialogue through leadership by example, 3 generations of change #SSOT
On this 9th Independence Day anniversary #SouthSudan #IndependenceDay2020 two artists reflect the prevailing mood;
1》Tom Dai reflects on the poor, working class and politicians celebrating in their statures
2》Adija Acuil focusses on the discussion on liberating the country
1》Tom Dai reflects on the poor, working class and politicians celebrating in their statures
2》Adija Acuil focusses on the discussion on liberating the country
The older i get the more i realize that our parents' struggle to attain independence took many forms, active resistance through battlefields, education, exile/refugee, yet retaining a connection to their roots in their home village and ancestry through communication and arts.
Wun_wa means my father's homestead. An appraisal for the great men who influenced his journey in life through University, SPLM/A struggle for freedom, and finding a way to economic independence by providing education and financial assistance to his relatives and children.
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