She cried!
what else can I do?
My child is dead, my husband is dead there lying in a pool of blood,
where in the world can I run and seek for freedom?

freedom to quench my thirst, to dry my tears and claim my happiness.
Soldiers try to scam our hearts but great resistance stagnates their hearts like a lion who has slept with empty stomach.

Trying to run but bullets keep sending back to us, the country, that in the east is divided in to two, one for the soldiers and the other for the same soldiers, great controversies that we are facing, South Sudan is a swimming pool containing red waters.

Hunger, uncertainty, Hatred within tribes, this is not a political turmoil but a tribal turmoil that has been created centuries ago and left for the children and it will still continue for the unborn....

© Dr Akot Makur Maluac |.