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HER HUSBAND SAFELY TRUSTS HER

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...
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HOW UGANDA HARASS SOUTH SUDANESE IN UGANDA

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...

WHO IS "MATTHEW ONEN JOK"?

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...

WHO IS TO BLAME?

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...

A GHOST SET LOOSE ON EMPTY STREETS.

As I was travelling to the Pojulu Cultural Festival To meet my beautiful, unknown Nyoka Ruei struck without warning I saw him wandering without a head A ghost set loose on empty streets   I asked a bystander why he walked abroad  Leju drew near and whispered low “They have released him to spread terror On critics of the system.”    “What!” I shouted. “How blatant do you think they are? Where is the justice?” And I broke down in tears.  Ruei heard us.   Without warning, he struck Leju from behind And he fell With his club, he forced his way toward me I stepped backwards, heart pounding past its speed Above, I saw the law wailing in the sky We are brutalised.    Every face around was shocked. Is there a system in Junubi That can hold anyone accountable Ruei raised his club toward my head I lifted my Bible to block the blow Expecting fire to consume it But none came.    The Spi...

A PROMISE IN VANITY

  Dawn past dusk, I try Light in dark all run dry. A rope round my belly I tie, Hold back breath, I slowly die, All stuck still in dark. Oh, vanity, Junub in futility  Clothed in fractured unity A promise in vanity Expecting love, I found but hate Seeking peace, I nurtured war. Prosperity caged in poverty Light remained, yet blanketed Oh, vanity, hope runs empty. Oh, vanity! Junub in futility  Clothed in fractured unity A promise in vanity Morning glory, no rise gains Brighten shadows all withdrawn Dine to shine, yet gloom remains Search to find, all still bound in dark All dry all stuck, all in dark Oh, vanity! Junub in futility  Clothed in fractured unity A promise in vanity © Sir Abunerry

NO ONE IS ABOVE CORRECTION, NOT EVEN A PROPHET: A Biblical Reflection

"As for those who persist in sin, rebuke them in the presence of all, so that the rest may stand in fear."  1 Timothy 5:20 ,   Have you read in the Bible about a story of a prophet who was confronted by a donkey on his way to curse a mighty people? We find this story in Numbers 22. Balaam was God’s prophet who disobeyed His instructions. Unusual things happened to him through his donkey, which refused to proceed because God’s angel was threatening to reverse the journey. Out of ignorance, Balaam continually struck the donkey, whose God opened its mouth to speak to him. Shortly, Balaam saw the angel of the Lord standing with a sword, warning him to return home. We learned here, that God used unusual things to speak to His prophet. This story teaches that God can use anything to correct his people, including the prophets. Two days ago, I came across a post shared by The Church Newspaper Zambia about a prominent “prophet”, Apostle Johnson Suleman. The paper quoted him saying...