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By Majok Arol Dhieu, Juba, South Sudan

hunger in south sudan

July 9th celebration

hunger in south sudan

President Kiir and Riek Machar, challenges of the TGONU

March 20, 2017 (SSB) — I stood; with a pair of shoes in one hand and one on another, staring at the man in a well-fitting black suit neatly ironed. He seated in a car with a cigarette in his hand and smoke penetrating his nostrils and his mouth. A man whose name I later learned was Paul. His second name was untold.

He pressed a button that lowered the glass in order to speak to the people whom I was standing with. The imprudent look in the man’s eye gave me way to fear. I goggle-eyed elbow my way through the crowd of the people to the roadside little a bit far away from him because his eyes were starting to betray him as if he was having a different plan for us.

He was asked if there’s something for the day by the people I suspected to be his tribesmen because they were speaking the same dialect, but negatively, he said, “kɔc aɣöc”. I heard, but wasn’t floating my boat since I haven’t familiarized myself with the word.

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By Majok Arol Dhieu, South Sudan

hate speech

March 2, 2017 (SSB) — Whenever I hear that there is reshuffling, I feel a shiver down my spine because of my lads and lasses who’ve taken leaders as their assets. South Sudan Television and the newscasters are not friends of the people because they always spread heartrending news especially on weekends when they incumbent leaders become hangers-on. I thought they must be held accountable for the collapsed in a heap of the people decreed to go away with their relatives under their armpits.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the news that they are off. Then what about the fate of the small fry installed in offices relative-leaders? Will they continue working with the incoming government or the incoming government will come with their relatives as usual? No answer currently, we leave it for tomorrow.

I supposed to encourage them to play their cards right, but obviously, I have no their phone numbers to call them one after another. This’s why I write this piece for them instead of waiting in offices for their fate to determine their future.

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