Aboutleaks
About Weakleaks!
In Sudan today (2010), our readers, our leaders and other senior citizens in the aftermath of the conflict seem to be oscillating between words of war and war of words. Such leaders who lose their hearts in loose utternaces are to be crucified ‘weakleakly‘ {like USA on the in/famous Wikileaks.com} on the altar of their tongues. So the main aim of this weblog is not only to be my daily diary but also a state diary with a duty duly to Announce Wackiness, Renounce Weakness and Denounce Wickedness.
So you are warmly welcome. Have a good read! But, dear legitimate Southerner, forget not to vote for SEPARATION from SUPPRESSION in the Southern Sudanese Referendum for Freedom this January.
NB: Congratulations for your successful votes in advance. You are now a first class citizen. Please, be a diligent denizen.
About Me
With evidences to tell and products to show, I am a free freedom fighter and a freelance writer, a journalist and a columnist, a teacher and a preacher, an artist and an artiste, an actor and a director, an essayist and a poet, etc.; and (don’t give up yet) above all, a brother and a father in a nuclear family!
What else? Of course, click the PDF link: Penn’s CV, below:
ADDITIONAL DOCUMENTS
1- Schools’ Prefectorial Testimonials
Prefectorial Certificate of Merit
My first media job began here
2- Professional Samples:
CCA Certificate
Church Service Certificate
Invitation letter for my Award-giving Ceremony
Page 3 of my award-winning essay
Page 2 of my original winning essay
b)- Maths Contests (No. 95 out of 31,000 contestants)
Invitation letter to the award-giving Ceremony
‘Quieten that Idiot’
Glad to find a heart of a compatriot.
Heart which never tires of correction
And suppression of corruption
Not long we await riot
We deserve a section
We suffered to reach perfection
Believe we made what to be an outcome,
quieten that idiot
Dear Sabbath,
That’s a great poem!
Found me writing a requiem
Dedicated to our authors of suppression
With whose machination we’ve achieved our separation
We’re submersed in a critical spasm
Marking the height of our political orgasm
Your words are in place
When you say the words that don’t hurt;
Words that squeeze out the bitter in their hearts,
You know you’ve cleaned the dirt they had,
Only that they have no minds for the rest;
The rest who toil, indigent…the truest first.
The time has come for the best;
The best who cried for the truest thirst:
PEACE san suppression!
i AM INDEED PROUD TO HAVE FOUND YOU, ONE WITH WHOM WE SHARE A COMMON GOAL, THAT THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD