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Kakuma Refugee Camp

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By G. Naih Peter

In Kakuma we were African,
We were not Sudanese,
Diversity of many countries & tribes
Benefitted us as we thrives,
The bond is what no man lays asunder,
Try it even if you’re a magician.

Like no any other place
Is this camp, Yes! Kakuma,
Produced everything even in ‘hakuma’
I lived in it as if a palace
Though full of prickles and thorns,
But couldn’t accept future to be torn.

In Kakuma we fought
But settle disputes like brothers,
Only there we got intellect
That can not be bought,
We taught cultures and dialect
Which made our kids like their forefathers.

We wrote and wrote,
With friends in hunger
Which built us even stronger,
None of us was weakened and rot;
Our wealth was the bicycle we rode,
High class cars were just dreams.

In ages I will remember
The place I persevered and adore
Having made my foundation,
I enjoyed being a member,
Giving me the most consolation
As the fruits it bore.

Kakuma will lives in us
Even in USA and Australia,
Plus many other states like Canada,
A legacy cemented deep with nostalgia,
Just like the American dream,
Indeed it’ll one day flood this Country.
…………………
Naih ©2015

The poet is a student of Upper Nile University (UNU); You may Contact him via: naihegarang@gmail.com

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