Sir. Abunerry

22-5-2026 Poem:  The Akwaya struck and left me sore, Its burning pain cut to my core. I slipped from Yat Yaa near the stream While others laughed and mocked my scream I climbed back down and hurried home Bleeding, angry, left alone How could Laker raise her hand Against the laws of Gott Lotti land? That night I missed the Wang Oo fire, Too weak to join the village choir I lay upon my Amokoding bed While thoughts of Laker filled my head The lyres and harps played from afar Their rhythms rising like a star Laker is dancing there tonight I whispered softly in the night My heart cried out with deep desire Her beauty feeding hidden fire Her voice drifted across the air So sweet the ancestors could hear The darkness grew, yet I could see Her shining teeth still calling me Like fireflies at Wang Ayii Glowing through the night so free Then suddenly a knock came near A gentle voice fell on my ear “I am Laker,” she said You called for me from your bed My heart stood still; I feared to move N...

The Voice of Ink Until justice and righteousness are restored, no political legacy can stand. 16th May 2026 Torit In 2008, the SPLM political party undertook a nationwide census and membership registration. I officially registered as a party member in Nimule, marking the beginning of my interest in politics and community issues. At the time, I knew of no other political parties much until 2010, when Dr Lam Akol formed SPLM-DC to challenge President Salva Kiir of the then government of Southern Sudan. To my ambition, I had several reasons for joining the SPLM, one of which was the desire to shape my political path through party affiliation. However, my expectations were not met. From what I observed, even committed members, such as some Members of Parliament under the opposition parties in the Torit Assembly or Juba, faced suppression despite actively promoting the SPLM agenda initially. Originally, the SPLM was built on a powerful vision: unity, equality, and liberty for all who ...

HER HUSBAND SAFELY TRUSTS HER She is a virtuous woman What! More precious than rubies Wow! Her husband safely trusts her Sure She has no need for a spoil. Okay She does him good, not evil All the days of her life Who can find such a woman? She seeks provisions and delicacies How? With her hands, she works willingly Like a merchant ship, she brings food from afar While it is yet night, she feeds her household Her maidens lack nothing. Who can find such beauty? With her hands, she considers a field Carefully, she plants a vineyard With strength, she girds her loins Her hands are strong for the task Her lamp never goes out at night Her hands hold the spindle The poor never sleep hungry The needy lack nothing in her presence She is a woman of valour She is not afraid of the cold For her household is clothed in scarlet Her children sing like birds by the river Her husband is respected on every street Honoured among the elders She stands like a queen of the land She wears strength and honour...

By Abunerry Torit. The Voice of Ink It is quite stunning to mention how Ugandans and their authorities are harassing their fellow neighbours, the South Sudanese. Throughout my stay, I have learned a lot from Uganda, both politically and socially. Earlier on, as a refugee in Uganda, I experienced hospitality; I do not know if my childhood deceived my understanding. Today, it is quite different. In Uganda, if you identify as South Sudanese, you will be given names that do not match your identity. South Sudanese are harassed beyond measure, as noted. Calling a South Sudanese person a Sudanese is harassment. You cannot equate me or identify me with another nation when I am not. Many times, we are identified as Sudanese instead of South Sudanese, a mockery suggesting that our lifestyle still equals that of the Sudanese people. You know what it means to be in Sudan: terroristic, slavish, ruthless, uncivilised… Walai, mention more. Ugandans should know we are no longer Sudanese; we have a s...

If names carry weight, then Onen Jok's name is a real load. I have avoided the traditional eulogy of attributing character to names because I found several people, including myself, outside the bond. In Acholi, every name is given based on circumstances or a forecast of the person's life. If it is based on circumstances, it could be the parents' conditions, weather influence, or an event that coincided with the birth. Based on a future forecast, it could be a prophetic wish. What does “Onen Jok” mean in his case, then? Recently, Onen has been delving deep into all hidden caskets to expose the evil phenomena in J1. Surprise? Key officials’ stomachs are running silently in a dilemma. They do not know how their dark deeds will unfold. This is all because of the invisible effects of Onen Jok. Wait; let me explain what 'Onen Jok' means. 'Onen' in the Acholi language is loosely translated as, 1). Let us see. 2). It is seen, and 3). Let it see. And "Jok...

By Abunerry.  Who is this young boy in the wilds? Crawling in the dust, crutches in pain Through the cattle, through dung, through silence Why is he in the kraal but not in the school? Why is his future impending, left in the dark? Who is to blame?   He owns no books, uniforms, or pens Only groomed tied to his bones They deny him the basic needs Yet, he serves, yet he survives, yet he walks I ask Who is to blame?   Why is silence louder than justice? Why do we build kraals but not schools? Why must children grow where cattle sleep? Are we raising hope or burying it in the dungeons? Tell me, Who is to blame?   What if there were safety? What if there were schools? What if there were hearts that care? Would this boy walk alone in the dust covered with thistles? Would his tears speak louder than ours would? Wait, Who is to blame?   Will there be a stop to Junub’s wailing? Who will protect us, the broken, t...