Picleaks

A picture says a thousand words, so please, have an extra look on these pictures (pictoleaks and toonleaks) from various sources.

 

KAKUMA AND THE REFUGEE LIFE

  Very memory tugged away from the owners who deserve to know and reminisce their past on it. Check what Deng Dinka has done…. on this link:

 

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This reminds me a my former life of a refugee stored in this poem from my book, The Black Christs of Africa.

Poem 239

Painfully but gainfully, these poems reported themselves to me while I was in hibernation, that is, by the time personalized insecurity and synchronized poverty put me under house arrest. For a project to stop gainfully, it must start painfully. Lo, we go!

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Master Refuge ‘G’

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I am John The Baptist,

The desert-roaming artist,

With a proper prophecy to say.

My name is now Mr. Jay,

Then, ’twas Master Refugee,

Refuge Gangster, Mr. Refuge ‘G’.

For I walked all this continent’s

Four corners with a countenance,

Pertinent to its main four capital D’s;

Our African pestilences of no remedies:

I wandered and encountered Despair in the West.

I drifted  to be encountered by Disease in the East.

I wondered but bumped into Destruction in the North.

I stopped not there and thinly missed Death in the South.

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By J. Penn de Ngong

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Being a refugee itself means being news! I was one, and I am one!

The author and his Red Army colleagues preparing their meal in Omere Minors Camp (Eastern Equatoria) in 1994, the memory of which prompted this poem now quoted from the author’s second anthology, ‘The Jongley Jongleur: and 100 Pennets’ as follows:………………….

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REFERENDUM PICTURES

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“Sudan will never be the same again!” Dr. John Garang de Mabior

“The Old South is gone, never to return again!” Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

The Bible Says…

Result = SECESSION!