Kakuma Refugee Camp
By G. Naih Peter
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Naih ©2015
The poet is a student of Upper Nile University (UNU); You may Contact him via: naihegarang@gmail.com
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