Let put on our Peace Clothes and Everything will be fine in South Sudan

Posted: November 3, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Columnists, Commentary, Contributing Writers, Junub Sudan, Opinion Articles, Opinion Writers

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

pray for peace in south sudan

November 3, 2017 (SSB) — The bravest antelope never lay down its throats for the stern claws of the predator to nick, without rebuttal South Sudanese have shown the bravest face of pliability since the outbreak of political detonation four years ago.

Man as an image of God has all the keys to unlock locked gates of dooms and ignorant, since the outbreak of 2013 conflict South Sudanese particularly the women and children have shown the great face of maturity and understanding.

That braveness should never go unnoticed; Congratulation to our women for compactly holding ant eaten pillars for survival.

Sunup will come one sanctify day and all the great people of this beautiful and adorable nation will once and again rejoice and enjoy the blossom of their gardens.

There is always time for everything, today we are at the traffic circle of conflicts but that could not prevent us from wading through the muddy and Rocky River of temptation.

Keep on reading the Bible and openly you will come to know that there are close and great similarities between South Sudan and Israel as of today; the present God-fearing nation on Earth, Israel is our immediate experiment of resiliency, forgiveness, and hopefulness.

 In an ancient time, a farmer’s daughter was walking to the market one beautiful day carrying a pot of milk on her head, as she was walking along the road she began to daydream.

‘‘When I sell this milk, I shall get enough money to buy some eggs, I can hatch the eggs, and then I shall have at least a dozen chicks to sell in the market, they will be ready just at the right time, when chicken is really expensive to buy, so I will earn enough money to buy a new dress.’’

‘‘I wonder what color my dress should be, ‘’she thought’’, green, I think that suits me best.

Oh, I shall look so beautiful in the new green dress that all the boys will want to marry me.’’

‘’I will have nothing to do with them though, ‘’ she thought, I will just toss my head high and walk away, whatever they say to me!’’

She gave her head a proud toss at the thought; unfortunately, she had quite forgotten that she was carrying a pot of milk on her head.

Down fell the pot, spilling the rich creamy milk all over the path.

Oh, my beautiful green dress!” she cried, ‘‘Oh, my chicken! Oh, my good fresh eggs! Oh, my milk!’’

It was too late, the milk had poured away into the sand, with nothing left to sell at the market, and the girl carried her empty pot home depressed and traumatized, surprising her mother was waiting for her with another full pot of milk for the next trip to the Market.

 With God everything is possible.

Awuol Gabriel Arok, a Writer, and a Poet, has a Bachelor Degree in Social and Developmental Studies from the University of Juba, South Sudan, he is the author of unpublished book ‘‘The Wisdom Horn’’ and an Initiator of ‘‘Your Tribe is My Tribe’’ and ‘‘Giving Heart Foundation’’ initiatives. He can be reached via his email Address: jjmkamzeearokson@yahoo.com

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