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My home is beautiful

Posted: July 4, 2019 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems., Sally Nyalony Gatwang

By Nyalony Gatwang, Kampala, Uganda

My home is really beautiful,

The gorgeousness of the sun set is never told,

The green grass is the life to many,

The soil of my home, is so clean but told dirty.


My home is really beautiful,

It’s just filled with wolves,

With the Medusa,

With callous souls,

With hyenas not lions.


My home is really beautiful,

The hope of the IDPs is real,

The optimism of the disabled is in heart,

The faith of the Christians is love.


My home is really beautiful,

With parents to guide me,

A sister to Polish,

Elders to tell me what i don’t know,

A brother to protect,

A neighbor to love,

And land to own .


My home is really beautiful,

Even though we are in streets,

Even if we still shade blood,

Even if we still loot,

Even if we still rape,

Even if we still force marriage.

My home is really beautiful…

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Posted: May 2, 2019 by Awuol Gabriel Arok in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

As I mark 12 years of my face bettering;

Within the imaginary book of fiery face boosters;

I watched the masked face of Mark Zuckerberg with extremity,

Comrading the impalpable book where fake bulls dodge the doctrines,

And bomb the crawlers with their on-liners pethboot;

Facebook where shares are socially flabby,

Fury users drop the ill born of the unknown into the busy lot;

Where heaps of likes, comments and shares heal no guilt.


Our Country Is We; We Are Our Country

Posted: April 14, 2019 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Gabriel Kucdid Kachuol, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Gabriel Kucdit Kachuol, Nairobi, Kenya

The Flag of the Republic of South Sudan

Our country is we

We are our country;

Whatever our country is today,

Whether it is in chaos or in peace,

It is a mirror-image reflecting our own faces;

Can each one of us ask self:

If my country were like me, what kind of country’s it be?

A country is as peaceful as the citizens in it.

A country bleeds because the people stab it.

Our country is crying because we hurt it,

Our youth are dying because we use them as weapons in war.

One thing is certain: our country needs peace.

War, disease, poverty, ignorance afflicts our country,

They afflict and torment us,


What the Peace Holds for Peace Makers..

Posted: October 29, 2018 by Awuol Gabriel Arok in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Junub Sudan, Poems.


By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan


When there is peace…….

Children are born and rise with impressive care.

They play and attend schools with happiness.

Children are handle with principled hands.

Women fruits of creativity and beautifulness are harvest.

When there is peace….

Folks attend weddings and marriages with pride.

Men and women tilt their farms with comfort and support.

Students attend schools with gratification and commitment.

They pass highly with easiness and straightforwardness.

When there is peace—-

 Business loop on sympathy and empathy.

Scales are justify, rectify and there is no scandal.

On the leaflets of peace living standards are high.

Under the dispassionate shadow of peace life is super.

With peace food is produce and poverty is humiliated.

Money is valued and wealth is accumulated.

Under the roof of peace there is coexistence.

With stability and development politicians are adore.

They are called people’s representatives.

When there is peace criminals are disciplines.

No hiding holes for criminals at the peace center.

Respect and friendship are never part of their belonging.

When there is peace both rich and poor lives in harmony.

In peace hard work and commitment pays.

At the peace center ladder of success is broad and climbable.

Here the army and the police hold the protection keys.

With both hands and jingoistic heart.

At the time of peace our defending giants stand tall.

With their weapons and military attires in stores.

When there is peace prisons are only reformatory houses.

Where bad behaviors are convert into societal demand.

In time of peace wildlife provides human with foods and beauty.

Wildlife and culture radiate the beauty of a nation.

Tourists and visitors enjoy the national potential.

With peace roots of innovation are expose.

When there is peace health centers are build.

And diseases are control and eliminated.

When there is peace policies are implemented.

With peace life is good and promising.

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 a Columnist with The Dawn Newspaper under column “The Motivation Bell”.  He is the author of unpublished book titled ‘‘The Wisdom Horn’’ , he contributes to Websites and Social Media platforms  on Issues concerning Social, Economic and Politic s and through his peaceful and developmental campaigns such as ‘‘Your Tribe is My Tribe’’, ‘‘Giving Heart Foundation’’, “Wisdom Testament”, “Classic Leadership Forum”, “Grace the Women Foundation”, “PeaceNet Initiative” and “Award for Development”. He can be reached via his email Address: 



Posted: September 4, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Adol Akuei, Junub Sudan, Poems.


I’m robbed of my life’s values and pins,

In the ocean full of sharks and dolphins;

Where I’m bartered like a horse on strings,

Where my labor is equated to bribes,

Where I’m bruised on with leather flogs,

Where I’m locked up in the cage of sorrows,

Where men kicked me up like a ball – with sores,

Making me darted on the ground,

Producing sounds of bitter cries,

Like a sodium metal placed on water surface. (more…)

Are You Appointed or Disappointed?

Posted: June 22, 2018 by Awuol Gabriel Arok in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan


Out of my demo office into an open street,

Bypassing the royalists and the loyalists,

As they take-on horny ploy of tomorrow hunting.

Artfully I wind myself out of the hush-hush joint hub,

Where discontented dreams are chew over near my neighborhood;

Softly and diffidently gives my traditional order.

Through my wishful and toughened heart;

I have to settle on unfastened bamboo,

Another sign of my habitual taboo.

The best preference by the dispossessed jostler (more…)

Nele: The Great Daughter of Nyaribang Atillo

Posted: June 13, 2018 by Awuol Gabriel Arok in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan


Nele daughter of the famous Nyaribang Atillo of the Abingic Kingdom

You emerged out of your mother’s womb active and healthy

Mischievously you dived in and out of Re-pon falls

Sprouting to the surface with your peculiar pala sound

Ooh! Great daughter of Nyaribang Atillo

There you are!

Niggling into the backyard of your babyish lover-Pac-wach

***** (more…)

tribal african woman, illustration, tattoo stamp

South Sudan’s Victims of War: A Poem highlighting the forgotten plight of street and displaced children of South Sudan. A nation or society that cannot care for its children cannot claim to have any other worthy social values. Because of the civil war our children have been forgotten victims.

By. Mama Helen A. Abyei 

We are called filthy, we are called street children

Thieves, criminals and at times worse even when

We are victims, and nobody’s burden.

No one cares about us except our Father in heaven.

You don’t tolerate to look at us yet we are South Sudan’s children.


You have it all – Dedicated to Chol Ajak

Posted: May 19, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Constant's Dc, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Constant DC, Perth, Australia




Chol Ajak,

You have it all

You are the Solomon

of this age,

And a Samson of thoughts,

A daring soul

You can’t get whole

Chol Ajak!

You have it all (more…)

In the World of Hope

Posted: April 12, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

With its beautifulness and greatness

My mother bore the hardship of Pregnancy and tirelessness;

This world, the village of darkness, evil hoppers and choppers,

You made it mum and now I am here in this world;

World of people who live on weariness and hope


In the world of hope; my parents

Brain minded me to the use of pens,

White writing became my immediate assets and belong,

Young and humble man parenting writing materials;

Clearing chalk dust from my empty looking face (more…)

I will always be there for YOU!!!!

Posted: February 19, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Benjamin Guarken Chiman, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Benjamin Guarken Chiman, Juba, South Sudan

For you, I will be!

Though you continue killing yourselves,

Though you continue to hate yourselves,

Though you badly betray yourselves and bruise yourselves,

Though you deadly divide yourselves, based on tribal sentiment, I will always be there!


For you I will be!

I will be there for you,

Though you have filled my face with your blood,

Though you have misused my resources for you,

I will be there for you though you kill yourselves, I am your mother.



Posted: January 24, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Adol Akuei, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

Adol Akuei

Adol Akuei

There comes a voice from the distant faraway hills,

From the serene silence of abandoned mountain grills,

A voice of thunder,

A voice of abundance,

A voice of fruitfulness,

A voice of success;


How my beautiful aunt turned into an idol of poverty

Posted: January 22, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

women of war

Gawaar Nuer community calls for peace and reconciliation

Aunty will I ever forget the big pot of cool water,

That we used to quench the chronic thirst;

After our maderesa break time,

Never will I forget how proudly I and my classmates familiarized ourselves;

With dish of yummy kisra and kudura at your home (more…)

The Bitter Fruits of the Juba Regime

Posted: January 13, 2018 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in John Agata, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By John Agata, Nakuru, Kenya

The current state of RSS

January 13, 2018 (SSB) — His dreams were mutilated with grade D minus. The dreams of becoming a teacher and work for the government he had love to hate. Unfortunately, his dreams were injured and his world was slowly coming to an end.

He was by himself throughout his childhood despite present of both his parents. Whilst his sisters were bestowed much care and love he was neglected.

The diseases seriously and thoroughly brutalized him and no one gave a heck.

At an early age, Kwashiorkor bungled his legs and no one gave a damn. Yet he survived.


By Emmanuel Ariech Deng

The Wedding of Amer Mayen Dhieu and Makwei Mabioor Deng, 14 October 2017

The Wedding of Amer Mayen Dhieu and Makwei Mabioor Deng, 14 October 2017

October 14, 2017, a remarkable marriage documentary in the hall of freedom,

Inspired by love of choice, cemented by power of God and Parental wisdom.

Opportunities for everyone to reach there are always cumbersome,

But with both efforts and determination it later sums up awesome.

The eloquent character of Pan-Bioor swears that he can’t live life in lieu,

Of the expensive Gold of Pan-Lual, Miss Malaika Amer Mayen Dhieu.



Fair Dream for Mama Africa

Posted: December 12, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan


The true size of Africa

Mama Africa with her slain look of inquiry and innocence,

Mama Africa the custodian of world modesty;

Mama Africa has never enjoyed her virgin days in Peace,

Mama Africa has overworked herself since the creation,

Loathing the stains of poverty yet clinging to it with tenacity;

Born with knowledge but with little space for experience,


In Our Old Days

Posted: December 8, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

Malong Awan, and Malual Ayom, and Ajonga Mawut

We loved to talk of revolutionaries

like John Garang, Karbino Kuanyin,

Brainstorming of unexplained powers of Manyang Jok

and the unforgiving power of Tong Luoc –

about how he could dance in the fire

without burning his skin.


Brought Down by His Wife, President Mugabe

Posted: November 24, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems., Taban Abel Aguek

By Taban Abel Aguek, Yirol, South Sudan

Hurt by his wife, Grace

King Robert has nothing more to brace;

He fell from grace to one Grace to grass

Just like a little feeble lass.

King Robert is now all but disgraced,

His legacy is all but deeply defaced,

He has shifted away from hero.

Now he is reading zero.


Mother Africa: When Is The Dawn Of Your Day To Rise Up?

Posted: October 21, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Gabriel Kucdit Kachuol, Nairobi, Kenya


The true size of Africa

Oh, mother Africa,

The land of great natural endowment:

So pregnant with world highly coveted minerals,

The land with magnificent scenery of flora and fauna.

The virgin land;

 Of once a great civilisation, art and philosophy,

Of great Kings and Queens, heroes and heroines,

Of great peoples of ethnographical diversity

Of majestic rivers, Lakes and valleys,

Of impressive mountains and plains

Of savannah and thick equatorial jungles;

The most wonderful land whose imperial geographers and explorers

 Approached with curious admiration and spectacle,

When is the dawn of your day to rise up?


Don’t Give Jongkersii your Gun

Posted: October 7, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems., Taban Abel Aguek

By Taban Abel Aguek, Yirol, South Sudan
Between his thoughts and life,  Jongkersii
Had nothing he could see.
He wishes he could just plug off his eyes
So as not to see the rogue guys.
He wishes he could lose his hearing
So not to know they’re cheering.
And he wants something more,
That’s to no longer indulge in their war.