New Year Message from GoSS President.

New Year Message from GoSS President..

Hi Readers,

WEAKLEAKS: Happy New Year!  The same message comes from H.E. President Salvatore Kiir Mayardit in Juba. Please, click and have a look at his full wishes from the link above. However, let me highlight some few lines from His Excellency’s statement:

PRESIDENT: May this year become truly a year of the final journey for permanent peace in the Sudan full of happiness and prosperity.  My message to you is simple and clear: peaceful campaigns and mobilization in order to attain a free, fair and transparent atmosphere during the polling. 

WEAKLEAKS: Ok, Your Excellency, well copied. However, the biggest disappointment is that some plebs (referendum voters) did ENDJOY or did NOT enjoy or even reach the new year, which is just near here. Why?

A car driven by one Ethiopian plunged into a stream near Bedouin Restaurant in Juba on Xmas night. The fate of the passengers are to be confirmed from the newborn Baby, Jesus.

1- Some where too excited that they jumped into the river before voting (See picture)! In other words, they drank themselves to hell, ate themselves to hell, and finally drove themselves to early hell! And the bitter part of it is — They have gone with our votes — ignoring the warning from a columnist, ‘Drink/Eat Yourself to Hell!’ published in the third issue of The Younique Generation Magazine three months before their end.

2- Others enjoyed neither the Christmas nor the new year because of over-eating. Some pushed in so hard so that their heart turned against them and attacked them. Those who died of hard attack by heart attack should read the below warning quote wherever they are now: either in heaven or in hell.

Quote from Younique Health column:  Of course, for a Southerner to die before January 2011, it is a crime condemned hereafter and thereafter, I mean here on earth as well as there in heaven. Therefore, you are hereby advised to abstain from voluntary death (suicide, overeating, cattle rustling, etc.) after which you can in your hundreds or thousands eat or beat yourselves to hell. Whether you use spears or spoons, we will be there for you as pallbearers and mourners in a well fooded funeral party (God forbid!).

3- Lastly, others have enjoyed their unmerry Christmas and unhappy new year due to the new police’s raw Sharia law in the South. Some so-called ‘niggers’ have had their Xmas pants and micro-skirts cut (for ladies) and the boys’ new year’s new country dreads chopped off by the roadside cops.

PRESIDENT: I would also like to take this opportunity to announce to the people and Government of Southern Sudan that we have been honoured by our President H.E. Field Marshall Omer Hassan Al-Bashir, who will be our first guest for the New Year.  I therefore urge Southern Sudanese of all walks of life and particularly the citizens of Juba to turn up in big numbers to give him a thunderous welcome when he arrives in the morning of January 4th, 2011.  

WEAKLEAKS: Your Excellency, His Excellency is welcome thunderously to Juba, but what about Maulana Abel Alier’s book title: ‘TOO MANY AGREEMENTS DISHONOURED’? From our own experiences, too many visits had also flopped. Will this really be successful? Will he come? And if yes, then the Referendum is possible, and then the repetition of our warning. Beware of hard attacks by Heart Attacks! Read the following:

Sample Poem from Chapter 5 of  “The Black Christs of Africa” by J. Penn de Ngong

Poem 89





                                                       n              to          Your Grave!

               Once you consume:                              you assume:

One second of your age –                                one million kilometres to your grave.

One minute of your age –                            one hundred thousand km to your grave.

One hour of your age –                               ten thousand kilometres to your grave.

One day of your age –                              one thousand kilometres to your grave.

One week of your age –                        one hundred kilometres to your grave.

One month of your age –                   ten kilometres to your grave.

One decade of your age –                one kilometre to your grave.

One generation of yr age –            one metre to your grave.

One century of your age –           one centimetre to your grave.

One meal of your day –           one million kilometres to your grave.

One day of hunger –           one hundred thousand km to your grave.

One stick of cigarette –       ten thousand kilometres to your grave.

One bottle of alcohol –     one thousand kilometres to your grave.

One bite of mosquito –     one hundred kilometres to your grave.

 One incident of accident –    ten kilometres to your grave.

   One shot of bullet –  one kilometre to your grave.

One doze of HIV – zero kilometres to your grave.

One huddled bundle of all – one hurdle jump to your grave!

QUOTE: For all our days have passed away in Your wrath; we finish our years like a sigh.

The days of our life are seventy years; and if by reason of strength they are eighty years,

Yet their boast is labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalms 90: 9, 10, 12.

Poem 17

Saving enough tears for that Day


Save not many money,

Save your tears for years.

Waste not for me your joke,

For I will not shed a drop.

Wield not your tormenting whip,

For I will not drop a tear.

Call not a clan to console me

Upon my father’s death news,

Too premature to let go my wail and tears.

So I’ve locked my high lips and blocked my eyelids,

In both scream for pain and scream for gain.

Be it for victory or defeat, I will cry, cry, cry…

Cry my voice hose, cry my eyes dry,

Cry the Niger and the Nile of tears that Day:

The day I was born for—the day I will die for,

The end of my serfdom—the advent of my freedom.

QUOTE: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.         

King James Bible, Psalms 30:05