South Sudan at Heart

RESPECT THEM AS THEY WOULD It has never crossed my mind and I doubt if I will ever do it. The line between traditional media where journalists were(are) the watch dogs and the custodians of accurate information and the current trend of social media where everyone owns unverified information and breaks the news at any moment, is totally blurred. Come to think about it, why would one take a picture of a deceased and post it on social media? Why rush with half baked information even when the loved ones of the passed on person haven't yet got the information? Even if it's a full baked information per se, do we have a permission from the relatives or the right to publish it? Have we ever thought of putting ourselves into the shoes of the person who is gone? What if he/she were alive, or suddenly resurrects, do you think he/she would appreciate us for publishing their obituary? Do we even know the ethics of publishing the obituary? Do we really know the harm and the pai

Cows have become the symbols of doom in our culture.   By: Abraham Daljang Maker They are just four legged animals which we should have been using wisely for our equitable economic benefits and to enhance better living as pastoralists communities; instead, they have enslaved us all. The victims of this enslavement are our sisters, daughters, aunts and cousins who are being subjected to torture by greedy individuals who see their daughters and sisters as assets rather than human being who deserve respect and dignity, what a tragedy?  I was dumbfounded by the news of a 20 year old girl who was killed in Yirol by her brothers for refusing to accept an arranged marriage to a man she didn’t love or perhaps she wasn’t ready to get married to any man for that matter. I first disregarded it as social media fake news until I saw it in one of the credible sources. I was skeptical about the authenticity of the news not because it couldn’t happen but because I couldn’t believe that anyone i

Cows have become the symbols of doom in our culture.   By: Abraham Daljang Maker They are just four legged animals which we should have been using wisely for our equitable economic benefits and to enhance better living as pastoralists communities; instead, they have enslaved us all. The victims of this enslavement are our sisters, daughters, aunts and cousins who are being subjected to torture by greedy individuals who see their daughters and sisters as assets rather than human being who deserve respect and dignity, what a tragedy?  I was dumbfounded by the news of a 20 year old girl who was killed in Yirol by her brothers for refusing to accept an arranged marriage to a man she didn’t love or perhaps she wasn’t ready to get married to any man for that matter. I first disregarded it as social media fake news until I saw it in one of the credible sources. I was skeptical about the authenticity of the news not because it couldn’t happen but because I couldn’t believe that anyone i

Cows have become the symbols of doom in our culture.   By: Abraham Daljang Maker They are just four-legged animals which we should have been using wisely for our equitable economic benefits and to enhance better living as pastoralists communities; instead, they have enslaved us all. The victims of this enslavement are our sisters, daughters, aunts and cousins who are being subjected to torture by greedy individuals who see their daughters and sisters as assets rather than a human being who deserve respect and dignity, what a tragedy?  I was dumbfounded by the news of a 20-year-old girl who was killed in Yirol by her brothers for refusing to accept an arranged marriage to a man she didn’t love or perhaps she wasn’t ready to get married to any man for that matter. I first disregarded it as social media fake news until I saw it in one of the credible sources. I was sceptical about the authenticity of the news not because it couldn’t happen but because I couldn’t believe that anyone

I DIDN’T SEE YOU, BUT THEY SAY; YOU WERE A GREAT MAN. #WorldPoetryDay A tale of an orphan, the only child that lives! It’s haunts me, day and night yet I have no slightest hint of how you look. You left when I was barely five, you never say goodbye. Of course, how would you, to a 4-year-old child? How would, you when you were struggling with your last breath? Come, try to come today if it were possible and I won’t recognize you that you’re my father because, when you left this world, my eyes weren’t opened, my ears were closed, and my brain was too young to comprehend. The say that you were a great man. My mother (your wife) says it, my grandmother (your mother) says it, my aunts (your sisters) say it. the public who knew you say it. The say, you were a great man. I am trying, to keep the boat moving, the boat that you left floating on the waters. I know that you didn’t want to leave the boat, but death won’t allow you to do so. I am rowing it day and night to make s

I AM ONE OF THE VICTIMS, AND YOU’RE NOT FREE EITHER. BUT TOGETHER, WE CAN ALL WIN IF WE HAVE ONE HEART AND ONE LOVE. By: Abraham Daljang Maker It’s already one month since the new year began, but I haven’t decided which one among my New year resolutions I should start with. I don’t even know how many decisions I have set for this year. I have been in a serious dilemma on how to answer anyone wishing me a happy new year, not so sure how pleasant it can be when the days are running faster than Austin Bolt. I am just wondering if 365 days in a year are real, I think some officials in the office of CALENDAR are corrupt, perhaps they cut off some hours in a day and bank them in their private accounts in the Swiss banks. Before one realizes it, the year ends, and it feels like just 365 hours instead of days. I am still having the arrears for 2019 resolutions, and now, I am caught up with the blank answer sheet. Those who have attended formal education will understand what it mean