Born in Anyidi village, east of Bor, Sudan in 1982. I went to Anyidi primary school in 1988-1990. When the war started by SPLA in 1983 escalated and reached our village, I was displaced. John Garang De Mabior had a better idea for displaced children like me. He formed what he called the Red Army and mobilized all the kids. We were going to study in liberated areas where he had control over and John Garang became our new father. With the help of assigned guardians, we trekked nearly 700 kilometers to Polataka in Eastern Equatoria region, avoiding main roads, towns and settlements. We were united with several other kids from different villages. We didn't know each other but it was a chance to meet friends for the first time whose language I couldn't understand. At the age of 8, I started my school in a new found home. But what was going to be a better school started with some sort of military training, tactics, drills and intense labor. Without parents to look up to, life had totally changed and I had to develop a new attitude to cope with the unfolding chain of events. To be continued.....
Just a twinkle of light, a little more breeze and a deep breathe.
Yes! I long for hope,
ill-nurtured and abandoned young.
In the fields of opulence where greed dominates
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Arise, oh shredded nation, Reform oh motherland.
How I beseech your affection, oh! , How I long to die in your arms. Or kill for your sake
My sunken heart swirl low, in a rheumatic pain of hustle in the dazzle of your beauty.
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The ugly thing, unlike the workmanship of God
I wonder if our forefathers knew about it, abnormal of insects or birds of our time
Her rumbling fart reverberates the earth,
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Our mystic engineer set the road, but the Messiah missed the call
And that took the toll, and still the claque cherished
and gained
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