Locks.

I drag along History of warsongs Dancing to drum beats While I stomp my feet. Can you feel the craze, The hate in my eyes ablaze, Raising my arms in praise, Of the old ways. I mock my enemy’s defeat, Kicking dust at my feet, Dancing wildly to the beat, In the mid summer heat.…

Inside a UNMISS protest

While Diplomats at the United Nation’s Security Council discuss how best to reinforce the UN Mission in South Sudan, the dissident voices of South Sudanese citizens seems to be muzzled. The coverage on the Protests held in Juba on 20th July against the proposals for an intervention force in South Sudan, stated that it was…

Regional Dynamics in South Sudan’s search for peace

Following the fighting that happened in Juba from 7-11 July 2016, there have been calls for arms embargo by the UN and other aid agencies. Several revelations about the companies that sold arms to both sides of the conflict including a Polish arms Dealer and the diversion of a weapons Shipment by a China (weapons meant…

A Hijacked Story

South Sudan: my motherland is hurting, over two years on and the war is draining the hope from the eyes of our beloved. I see an old woman begging on the streets, hungry as she leans on her walking stick moving from car to car in the mid-day heat(almost 40 degrees) stretching out her bony…

Hailstorm

I woke up to the boom, the walls shaking in my room, the rattling of a chain, racing Thoughts in my brain. The ground fell away from my feet, I lay in wait fearing defeat. my bones felt so weak, I dared not to speak. I ran, but had nowhere to go, I tried knocking…

Sanguine Hearts

This is a rough draft of a story i have been working on this week, its has been years since i tried to write a short story and this is the closest i’ve come to doing it. Comments will be appreciated below.  “Falling in love is the most private thing, its not like the fairy…

Mom, I will wait -BY Moses M Akol

“A very good afternoon to you too, madam.” “Yes madam, this is she.” “Yes of course Madam headmistress, It is indeed a good time to talk.”   The mother of two young children listened attentively, pressing the small, burgundy mobile telephone to her right ear. She winced occasionally. The long fingers on her left hand…

Unsent

Till we meet again, Your memories ink my pen, Writing stories stuck in my brain. In an attempt to erase the pain. Staring at an empty page, Trying to express the rage, Of a man drifting through hope, the disappointments wont stop. I walked away from my crown Jeweled by your smile, I’ll frown, Ripping…

Contest

Getting trinkets while i give gems Is why i call love a game. Taking time to look beyond “fine” While you use pick up lines. I do foreplay like casting for a play, You use lines memorised yesterday. I scream at night life’s not fair, You go out pretend you don’t care. I get high…

Walking in the dark

I’ve been listening to so many sad songs, I read somewhere that happy people listen to the tune and sad people listen for the lyrics. The thing is; it is hard to listen to other kinds of music because I just can’t relate. I’ve been trying to clear my mind the only way I know…