South Sudan at Heart

It must be Love By: Abraham Daljang Maker It was a small gathering, our eyes met; that tender and innocent look made me smile a little in order to see the response. Eyes lighted up and smiled back with rather fearful face and as white as snow, those teeth and beautiful eyes made me feel confused. In a different world of love My heart raced and I felt this terrible pounding in my heart. As if my ribcage would blow off, I could feel the force against my ribs and the sound of heart beat was unbearable. Buh! Bum! Bum! Bum… was the sound I would hear as my heart either danced or drumming its own music. There was this hot vaporization coming out of my head, I felt as if my brain would be exploding any time. Something like volcanic magma would flow out, and I kept touching my head thinking that I would touch the lava flowing out. Given a chance, to iron your clothes with my head, you would do it with a lot of ease because my coconut structure was as hot as a coal. I would not tel

Dear God, you know why you created a man with different colour of skin...By:   Abraham Daljang Maker. Dear God, sometimes I feel some pain when we the  humanbeing  forsake your way and go on our own way. You know how  why you created us, and we all have a purpose to fulfil on this earth. Dear God  you know why you created us with different colour of skin.... No one has ever seen you, only your son Jesus was seen by man but none of us has ever seen you. I know you created us in your own image, whether black, white, green, brown or red. The  Bible tells us that we're all created in your likeness. Dear God you know why you created us with different colour of skin... With this in mind, I belive that we are your children, we are all created by you and in your own image  I belive that the image does not exclude the colour of our skin. This means that you are multi-coloured superbeing,  I believe you are white, black, brown,  red or even green. But in our own knowledge as human,

I am unhappy child, don’t despise me   By: Abraham Daljang Maker I am going to be 4 years old by 9 th July, this is also the time when my country got her independent. After I gave my mother a long labour for about 55 year or so, I was born at last. I saw the light and my parents rejoiced, they never bothered about the years of pang I have inflicted on my dear mother. I am unhappy child, don’t despise me. In my mother’s womb, I never thought I would suffer, tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw my beautiful face gazing up at her. She kissed my cheeks and murmured these words, “I love you my child and I will not think about the pain I went through for all these years.” By coincident, the whole world seemed to have noticed my arrival in the world, as if they were in the same labour pain as my own mother went through, they also joined in celebrating my birth. I thought I was going to be a celebrity, but I was mistaken. The dime light at the end of the tunnel grew dimmer a

South Sudanese Children have become the grasses that suffer in the current political upheaval. By: Abraham Daljang Maker “When the brothers fight to death, a stranger inherits their father’s estate,” Ibo proverb. As I open this piece with this proverb, I am sure you will be able to understand what I am insinuating. Since the current crisis unfolded in this country on 15 th December 2013, children continue to be the victims of the circumstances. There are many visible signs that make one almost break down into tears because these innocent souls don’t deserve all these untold sufferings. Somewhere in Unity state, Jonglei state, Upper Nile state, Lakes, Warrap and the protection of civilians’ sites and IDPs sites across the country; one cannot help seeing Children’s beseeching eyes for mercy. They are suffering from all the ramifications of the current conflicts which they don’t have the slightest hint.  Hunger, acute malnutrition, diseases, rape, and torture both phys

The misery behind living and working on the street. By: Abraham Daljang They are young, full of life and they all have dreams for better future like any of us. But something has gone amiss with their dreams, this could either be from where they are being raised or their own character trait has made them the way they are or perhaps, it could be the widely buzzword known as peer pressure which might have made them leave their homes. I am talking about South Sudanese’s children working and living on streets, we don’t called them street kids as many people refer to them but we should be human and often we should be euphemistic in referring to their way of life, calling them children working and living on streets carries a slight weight on them than the direct word. Well, we all have children in one way or the other, they could either be our biological children or children of our relatives. We all have obligation to bring these children up in a way that can brighten their futur