25/11/2024
A write up dedicated to Late Lilian, a 19 years old girl who was hanged to death near her school,in jebel Ladu payam
Early every morning I rise,
I never wait sounds of the bells
My mind and heart are my bell
Sounding loud enough,
A call to rise and action out my dreams.
When ever I sleep I dream,..I see a clear picture of a beautiful woman
in apereals, jewels and precious watch, for she is a woman of
time,her time was that moment.
Thats what keeps me awake some
Wee hours of the night cos I wanted to see that woman coming out of me...
A dream I never lived to see😭😭
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Once apon a time I made a promise, yes a promise to my sweet mum.
I want to become like that untie, who carried us with her car from the place with tall buildings,...
I want you to stay with me in the tall buildings..
But am sorry maa, I never knew..
It was a dream I will never live to see.
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I surely cried, and acepted the pains,
Pains of the normal desease of girls, sleepless hours in the night,
The waters of the skies even the scorches of the sun all did I embress..
Little did I know that I have already sliped of my lane.
Moving to the world I know nothing about.
A dream I lived, so worthless..
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I wish I could explain...
Explain the beautity of my dreams...
I wish I was protected; by the walls of humans that sorunded me..
Little did I know that they also cramble,
Cramble on fellows
Am not alone, and my worry still...
I was with many
Many with dresms too...
I wish they are protected,
From the devouring lions in that Jungle.
I wish they hear the wisper and and the srinkened sounds of my voice...
Cos when I was close enough nobody heard me either!
The echoes of my voice...
Waved into the forests..
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To the last person I saw when I was a live....
You asked for my blood in the most harsh way..
I cried over your face...
Cos I had no words to tell you
That I was hurting..
My soul was living me...
I made a promise
A promise to my mum
I had a dream
A dream to fulfil...
But you dared to be silent and gave me a cup..
A cup to draw my cool blood...
I wish my own could quench your thurst...
That my fellows will live..
Live to fullfil my dreams too
Cos my dreams where a varnity...
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