Archive for the ‘Poems.’ Category

Nele: The Great Daughter of Nyaribang Atillo

Posted: June 13, 2018 by Awuol Gabriel Arok in 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

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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.

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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

“Meek,

Kind

Honest

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

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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!

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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.

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ONE LAST DREAM!

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;

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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.

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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.

&

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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

africa

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,

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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.

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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.

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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

africa

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?

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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.

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JUST MATTER OF TIME

Posted: September 30, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

Is just a matter of time,

All nonsense will be denounced,

My friends and enemies will be fine,

Stronger we’ll all pronounce

That we’re one people but in crime.

Is just matter of time,

And my brother from another mother,

Will shout but not stop the growth,

The growth we shall all adore,

Not one painted with stealing and murder.

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Seventh Sense

Posted: September 6, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Mayen Ayarbior, Poems.

When the nights’ swords became ploughshares

Soldiers’ mephitic bullets classroom chalks

Loathsome venomous vipers’ spittle vaccines

Stalker canines meekly sneaked into our realm

For their sixth and seventh senses humans lacked

Verified cloaked docile nature we often rescind.

When the calm moon’s face scorned with wrath

The sun’s life-giving shine maliciously scorched

Oceans and seas rose and forward marched

Eccentrically unveiling atypical intent to harm

Their eighth and ninth sanities faultily professed

That creation was meant for all except one.

David Mayen Dengdit, Juba – March 2014

 

The Oracles of Kush

Posted: August 24, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By David Mayen Dengdit

Mandela and John Garang

Nelson Mandela and John Garang

Behold all ye vendors of souls

Last fractions of time have come

Great prophesies fulfilled

Haunting momentous apex

Boundless records vanished en route

As Ngundeng gaudily foresaw

Bloody rivers into curative waters

Irrigating planes of grain fields

Soothing starving children of the Nile

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Tale of cursed man

Posted: August 18, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

hate speech

“And this was said long time ago

That a man who kills a woman is coward.

This I will never say but look at you

With these sighing eyes

And opened my mouth to lament

And opened my eyes to leave great tear

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Tears and Blood in the Land of Cush

Posted: August 18, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems., Reech Mayen

By Reech Mayen, Kampala, Uganda

Oh Cush!

Land of peace

Bullets tear through the rips mercilessly

Tears and blood gush endlessly

Mothers wail for their dying infants

Maternity deaths reign

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A FUGITIVE OF LOVE

Posted: August 16, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

love cycle

Love cycle among junubiin

It’s because of you that I have become a person

I knew not,

Following up your damn knots,

I have lost my identity for your sake,

Doing things hastily without a break,

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And I become a broken winged bird in those shabby shoes of yours

That you ominously wear,

And could not tear  (more…)