Sir. Abunerry

ELECTIONS! ELECTIONS! THAT IS A NEW SONG BY THE SPLM Fair elections involve competition among opposition parties that act as checks and balances. A fair election is free, inclusive, free from intimidation, and conducted through a transparent and participatory process. Such elections are only possible where a democratic multiparty system exists. South Sudanese politicians are insisting on holding elections. While elections are a good idea, they are difficult to conduct successfully when a single party drives the process without adequate preparations. What will elections bring if the same people in power return to power without being fairly elected? This is the question this article seeks to address. Will President Kiir bring new development if the people re-elect him? We all know that President Kiir has been in power for 21 years since 2005, except for those born after that year. His performance over these 21 years does not justify the argument that elections alone will bring peace ...

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 indiscipline. Cheating in ex...

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...

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

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! ...

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...

"...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...

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...

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...

  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

"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...

  DESPERATE JOURNEY A few years down the road, I thought of crossing borders In search of greener pastures. I didn't want to be a refugee in Uganda I had felt the smell of it in the 90s. Life was at stake, I didn't want a repeat. I was threatened by allegations, I was accused, robbed many times, Jailed twice and drowned in hunger Bled internally, but pretended strongly. Every time I decide on the desperate journey, I am reminded of one thing: Your home shall be fine one day. Yet the economy continues to collapse Security continues to erode, Death clings, feeding everywhere With joy, children celebrate Gunshots like New Year's fireworks This has not been easy I thought of traveling only to find Myself in a training site My friend Simon insisted Today he is in France. Yet, the desperate journey Has finished young South Sudanese. It is only God's providence That one can cross The 200 km Libyan desert. It is only God's grace That one can cross The stormy 60 km Mediterra...

21-4-2026 They created the ground, we opted to utilize it Our survival they ramshackle it  They blamed us for living free They tortured us, our legs they pegged tight  With no mercy, they drove us On rugs  and rigs lands. With thorn and thistle, They dropped us into caves We became aliens in our own land, Fractured and scattered in our own home Left to stink to the mercy of ants. Ouch, the future is dull and junky. Ouch, what a dustbin of tomorrow. Ouch, is there a deliverer in the distance? Ouch, cries my future! © Sir Abunerry