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WHAT NIMULE MODEL SS SHOULD DO TO FIGHT INDISCIPLINE AMONG ITS STUDENTS

Image for illustration God disciplines those He loves   If there is one school that flourished in the Madi Corridor before the last decade, it is Nimule Model Secondary School. Endowed with a strong culture of sports and academic excellence, Nimule Model SS outshone many other schools in the corridor and across the state. The school has consistently registered one of the highest student enrolments every academic year due to its openness to admissions and its central location, which makes it accessible to many families. However, this glory has gradually faded over the past seven years. Following the breakdown of the education system during the 2016 conflict, the country witnessed widespread examination malpractice, and Nimule Model SS was not spared. Teachers became increasingly discouraged as some students openly disrespected them, relying on what they called "machot" to pass examinations. While other schools have improved, Nimule Model SS continues to struggle with indis...
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FOR HOW LONG?

For how long will you live in darkness? For how long will you live in foolishness? For how long will you live in selfishness? For how long will you remain in emptiness? For how long will you live in uselessness? For how long will you stay in blindness? For how long will you remain in deafness? For how long will you remain in muteness? For how long will you remain in helplessness? For how long will you remain voiceless? For how long will you remain in bondage? For how long will you be a used tool? For how long will your freedom remain a liability? For how long will you ignore your potential? For how long will you remain silent? For how long will you continue in war? For how long will you wait to be free? For how long should you remain imprisoned in your own home? For how long will the law fail to be law? For how long will innocent people be victimized? For how long will you remain under abuse? For how long will you suffer unnecessary suffering? For how long will you be trampled upon? Fo...
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THE PEN WRITES, THE BIBLE DECLARES .

We Use Pens and Words Writers weapons are pens  Pastors weapons are Bibles Their Bullets are Words of Truth Their Shields are;  The Oppressed,  The Vulnerable The Poor The Unemployed The Voiceless If you hate pens or the Bible,  You are a gang You are a killer You are an oppressor If you hate pens or the Bible  You are a wicked You are heartless. You are worthless The Pens will reign in anyway 'cause the Bible will reign eternally  The WORD OF TRUTH is everlasting It is Sharper and Bitter. It can't Fellowship with Lies It stands alone to prevail It is compassionate It is considerate It dines in Love It HOLDS everyone accountable It knows no party  It knows no ideologies It knows no politics It is human, it is Word of Truth The Pen, the Bible is Truth That stands for love and justice  Sir. Abunerry  Writer Critic and Poet
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HOME IS CALLING.

Your house roofs went to market, When will you learn? Your chiefs are killed day and night, When will you learn? Your crops suffer under their watch, When will you learn? Your children sleep in the open, When will you learn? Your small businesses are hijacked, When will you learn? The borders are controlled by strangers, When will you learn? You live like foreigners in your own house, When will you learn? Your lands are seized by them, When will you learn? You are kept in displaced camps, When will you learn? You rent a garden just to survive, When will you learn? Yes, terror walks within your land, When will you learn? Lying in broad daylight, mingling among you, When will you learn? They are using your daughters, When will you learn? Your daughters are draining your blood, When will you learn? With the king of corruption, hegemony, and destruction, When will you learn? Covered with lies in red colour, When will you learn? Wake up, son of man! Dress up, dress for war Home is calling! ...
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MY HANDS RAN THROUGH HER WAIST

The wait is over, and the joy and celebrations Echoed through the forests Garments sewn in different tastes Leopard-fashioned and tiger skins The oracles of power Young and old, male and female Ready to see the most celebrated Echoed marine queen. No time should pass unused Waste it at your own folly Simpo Gladys is in the palace Dropped my fishing net Threw the hooks behind the apple trees, ran Through the caves, to my ornamented elephant skins Kept securely, to meet my dream girl, Simpo That battle was great; I must win The music hit high: the ukulele, the lyres, the harps. The flutes drove the mysterious blockades The ululations, the jubilations Tones heightened beyond the mountains Dogs, goats, hyenas, and foxes Hid themselves Traumatised by the hot beats of the drums I must touch her, yes, Simpo Gladys: the breasts The hot lips, the calabash buttocks, the flattened womb The glowing eyes, and bloody tongue I must suck And the dance kicked on; through the door I peeped She sat alone...
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PRESIDENT KIIR: The Blind King in Power.

"...w hen the wicked rule, the people groan..." Proverbs 29:2 King Kiir knows not the difference between "yes" and "no". He says whatever keeps him in power King Kiir does not know the difference between good and evil. He trades one for the other without blinking King Kiir does not know the difference between God and Satan He invokes both while betraying both King Kiir does not know the difference between right and wrong. He only knows what benefits him King Kiir does not know the difference between yesterday and today. He keeps dragging South Sudan back to war King Kiir does not know the difference between corruption and accountability. He protects thieves and punishes the honest. King Kiir does not know the difference between poverty and prosperity. His people starve while his circle gets rich King Kiir does not know the difference between Morobo and Koboko He confuses citizens with foreigners King Kiir does not know the...
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THOUGHTS OF LAKER FILLED MY HEART ❤️ ❤️

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...
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