A message from a lost soul - Esther Ayak John

Hello! Hello! Are you hearing me?!!!

Peace, A simple term but hard meanings

But some people don't face her dealins

She works in both actions and feelings

While most people try to take her peelings.

The radio, with its breath like a trapped bee - Kuek Taitai

We, the red and white oxen, wash our hands,

shaking our heads angrily as we walk.

At dawn we will set fire to all the camps.

The sun’s tongue - Rec Puk

Jiok’s hide is as bright as moonlight,

bright as the sun’s tongue.

My Jiok shines like gold,

like a man’s ivory bracelet.

An Egg and a River - Marial Awendit

Am I the best candidate to throw

A boiled egg into the Nile?

I remember breaking

A gourd full of water,

Dilemma - Emmanuel Monychol

Walking by the riverside, 

Imagining dark eyes, 

Tiny fish in Blue Ocean, 

Crocodiles struggling to feed, 

Hippos in the deep, 

Great bull with testicles - Apuk Jurwir Dinka tribesman

Great bull with testicles has been killed¹

It is Divinity

A Little Toy City - Riak Marial Riak

at the tip of toy city

parades a thousand cadres

with helmets prehistoric to their coming

Peace - Nyalunjoch mai Gatwech

Peace is a world without guns and bombs

Peace is world without locks and alarms

Peace is fresh water flowing down rivers and streams

Peace is sleeping without bad dreams

My Why in Life - Sarah Tut

Once upon a time my people were illiterate.

My ancestors never wrote their names.

They had no clue how old they were, which year they were born. 

They counted years by season, rainy and hot!

Education did not exist in my ancestor’s time!

Both of my parents never went to school!

Ode to Things That Cut - Marial Awendit

I may allow you to play a wolf

Heavy with the want

To be intentionally mistaken for a dove,

And any furred bits to name you wolf

Can meet shredding fury.

Child cry of war - Onam Liduba

I was found along the road side in open ash air

I grew like a child of leach

No mother and no father

Pre-Naivasha Days - Emmanuel Monychol

We used to fight flies and heat
In the bullet ridden grass thatched huts,
We lived in the hope of milk and honey.

There Is Justice In The Jungle - Matur Achuil

In Maasai Mara live the lion and the gazelle
And both have all the rights to life
The lion has the right to kill and eat the gazelle
So that he can continue to live
While the gazelle has the right to run away from the lion
So that he can continue to live
A cut-throat competition with a win-win result
What is subtracted on one end is added on the other
There is justice in the jungle!

War, war, war - Patricia Mercy

War, war, war
Who are you and where do you come from?

My God - Nyabuoy Gatbel

My God is not a he or she.
My God is not a gender but a spirit.