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The appreciation is dedicated to Japan,

And the challenge & hopes to South Sudan.

Initiated by Prime Minister Shinzo Abe,

And purportedly supported by his wife Akie. (more…)

PANGS OF SORROW

Posted: June 17, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

BY ADOL AKUEI, ELDORET, KENYA

young girl with a gun

A young lady with a gun on guard during Governor Philip Aguer visit to Anyidi payam, Bor County, Jan 2016

Mike,

You have forgotten me completely

The abandoned soul I have become

I am no longer loved and being coddle like a child, the way you used to do sometimes back

Those beautiful roses’ flowers, full of fragrance odor in me gone

Those beautiful melodious duets gone

That used to charm the robins to beautifully crochet

Replaced by your masculine smacks hatchet

The arms that used to hold me warmly, full of affection are the same that are breaking my ribcage

Those well created hands, so pristine, with your five digits are now slapping me

The glorious face that was always admired by you

I am done

I am gone

I am torn

Why doing this to me Mike, my husband?

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The Most Reverend Opportunities Missed

Posted: May 31, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Atilieu Diing Akol, Kigali, Rwanda

opinion matters

They were moving too fast

Taking advantage of the disaster

Hurrying to fill their endless pockets

Looting, proud and with no regret

Intimidation to control loyalty

Feeding us lies and half truths

Filing class action suits to blind

Their delight in exposing theft unmatched

Keenly alert to any gazing opportunity

Opportunist or did you seize the opportunity?

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By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan
 
Beautiful she is among her sisters,
Deafen by gun’s sounds;
Thinned by poverty;
Ignored by her sister, for her illiteracy,
Traumatized by frequent death of her children;
Forget mother!
And let’s push harder the slippery wall of survival.

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The Dinka and the Cow

Posted: May 27, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Taban Abel Aguek

By Taban Abel Aguek, Yirol, South Sudan

cow

high dowry price in south sudan

My friend got a new name

Just yesterday.

Many years ago,

He was called Jier,

The name his Dinka father gave him.

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Becky: The Missing Key

Posted: May 15, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

John Garang wih the family of Jambo

John Garang wih the family of Jambo

My living ghost; tell the world my distress,

I am alone in the desert, among deadly scorpions,

Their tails like summer’s barks,

My bag is locked; and I have no key to open it;

Yes, Becky; the missing key.

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Shepherdess in Hunger Series

Posted: May 3, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

hunger in south sudan

President Kiir and Riek Machar, challenges of the TGONU

They are going to look for grass,

Their sheep never graze yesterday.

I am going with them to safe my cow,

You know mother it’s only why we’re living.

That is my going mother, mother to feed my cow.

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Miserable Daughter of Upper Nile

Posted: May 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Wenne Madyt Dengs, Bor, South Sudan

I am a daughter

Born of bullets

In the nightmares of tribalism

Bringing cannibalism

I am an emaciated girl

With my deaf mother

She is numbed by blood

As bullets sprayed on her

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SEASON IN PRISON

Posted: May 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

So pale like death,

I was so obsessed,

Everything was at excess.

Men were adamant

And were all dormant,

’twas not long,  just a moment.

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I beseech father I am hungry

Posted: April 27, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Riak Marial Riak

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

I stood watching my groaning sheep on lea,

On the “grave of men” where I be calm and me,

Switching my eyes to see hare in a mirth

That day my ankles shook like a mortar.

I beseech my father I am faintly hungry.

There are guards preventing me entering there;

There’s a sign telling me no way through

But father hear a voice quivering at your door,

My voice is troubled and troubled to cry,

O I beseech my father I am fistly hungry.

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2017’s letter of hope to my heart

Posted: April 5, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in KON Joseph Leek, Poems.

Thorns in the flesh (The heartaches)
Have a heart my beloved
Don’t think I am a fool, I am just broke!
2017’s letter of hope to my heart
By Kon Joseph Leek
You look at my face and grin wide from ear to ear wondering how old-age has damaged my face by replacing its previous smoothness with wrinkles meandering here and there like contours and due to my ignorance, I couldn’t do anything to save it from being such craggy!
No darling, I am not a fool, neither am I ignorant, what you see on my face are not old-age signs, I am just broke to add more flesh where the skin has folded like that one of a lizard. The “fold” is only an opportunistic visitor that’ll not overstay but utilizing a chance exploiting the absence of the flesh to hold up the skin

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SHE HAS STOLEN MY HEART!

Posted: March 27, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

young girl with a gun

A young lady with a gun on guard during Governor Philip Aguer visit to Anyidi payam, Bor County, Jan 2016

She has stolen my heart!

But not a thief;

I was alone in the pit of darkness;

Then she came and begged my golden heart, I kept quiet

But later I saw her with my heart;

There lay my heart in a pool of blood!

There lay a well-shaped organ of the young gentle boy!

She split my heart in my present; I cried

She laughed loudly and sharply,

She smeared some blood from my heart onto her face.

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It Never Rains it Pours

Posted: March 16, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Malith Alier, Poems.

By Malith Alier, Juba, South Sudan

National Prayers Day

Here you are,

Looking backward over the span

Calmness moderation

Clouds in the wood accelerate!

My baby, my son ooi

Pictures of horror reborn

Peace an elusion

It never rains it pours

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NIGHTMARES IN JERUSALEM

Posted: March 10, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Wenne Madyt Dengs

By Wënnë Madyt Dengs, Bor, Jonglei state

Nightmares in Jerusalem

[Extract….]

The wintry evening logged-out
when the roasting sol
had given up to darkness

I was watching the veneer of moon
in this cold gloom
I locked myself up in deep slumber
the whispering of night-walkers
melodized my night-ordeal

With my head tilted in the bed
Sleepiness stole my drive
and wandered in the mystery world
a word holding plate of horror

To shake the stillness of the night
in this tribulation,
my bed shook
it was hooked by grave wobbliness
an ancestry fancy; I was watching
stroke my in underworld
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By Amer Mayen Dhieu, Brisbane, Australia

Amer Mayen Dhieu

Amer Mayen Dhieu

I am a woman, I can’t read and write

I am woman, my parents married me off to educate their boys

I am a woman, I am not allowed to get marry for love but for pleasant.

I am a woman, I got raped and murdered

I am a woman, I can simply die from child birth

I am a woman, my husband chose to marry another woman because I became worthless after having my kids.

I am African woman, I am asking you to BE BOLD FOR CHANGE.

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THE GREATEST LIE

Posted: March 4, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Deng Monychol Lueth, Poems.

By Deng de Monychol Lueth, Brisbane, Australia

Ramciel, the new capital city of South Sudan

Ramciel, the new capital city of South Sudan

                               

A lie to the poor is in that catchy-virus-like vision’s phrase.

“Taking towns to the people” by employment is evil indeed.

Its prescriptions are designed to cure political job seekers.

A village dweller is told a town is being brought to you but

A new governor here and new county commissioner there;

No show of delivery for the things that make town a town.

How can a town be brought without roads, without peace?

Without security, without infrastructure and social services?

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WHEN I’LL SING

Posted: February 13, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

When I decide to sing,
I’ll have so much
To say and match
Than in this poem.

When that time
Come, I hope all will be fine
To sing deep from heart
And home to the tune.

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Killing goes before birth

Posted: February 7, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Wantonly Taara

By Wantonly Taara

Killing goes before birth,

wars stands tall,

This is what Mummy told,

My tiny bones she would hold

Guiding me to modesty,

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NONE MUST WONDER

Posted: February 1, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

It sound so really big,

Until I saw it too little,

No wonder it is always belittle

By many including pigs.

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THE PRIZE FOR THE TWO

Posted: January 24, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

They were very good

friends until they realised

that the lady was so beautiful

to ignore or sit on fence.

Blame them not,

but ‘am much pitiful

Of them for all was gone

So far between them.

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