2011 FREEDOM IS COMING SOON !!! 25th DEATH ANNIVERSARY

To commemorate the 25th anniversary(AUGUST 6th) of our fathers death and the coming of freedom to Southern Sudan ,we have published the two poems written by Richard Lo' Latio.The first DEATH OF A WARRIOR/DEATH STRIKES/MOURNING IN EXILE/ HE WROTE IN December 1986 immediately he learnt of his fathers death.The second one THE WARRIOR he wrote in 1994 after some reflection in his own life and the impact of losing his father become more apparent.

Monday, February 10, 2014

LAMENTATIONS OF A NUBA



By JAH!
I am not the same me
Long long time ago
We had a Kingdom, kings, Queen’s,
 Princess and Princes.

The Nubian Kingdom
Of Cush Extending
From Mamphes halfa
Dungala Kadugal
Talodi Drilling
As far as swears

We had great kings
And paramount chiefs
Tirarga-Tirahaga
Tut Ankh Amon
Amon Raa -Faki Ali
Sultan Ajaban – Al mak Rahhal
Sir Mohamed Rahhal

We are a proud
Strong brave people
Our ancestors conquered
Defeated and fought gallantly against
Our enslavement
Our civilization dates
Back to the 6th century.

Our gallant
Soldiers and generals
Defeated the colonialists
At Omdurman
Defeated the Egyptians
We mistreating horses
Fought wars in Libya
East Africa
And Asia
But are never remembered
Nor honoured.
Forgotten warriors

Our deep rooted cultures customs and traditions
Are systemically destroyed
And merciless up rooted
By ethic cleansing.
Organized genocide
Our people
Disorganized
Displaced
Scattered
Dehumanized
Humiliated
Enslaved
Sold into slavery
And our land occupied.

Our once powerful kingdom
Subjugated
Subsumed
Reduced
To rubble's
To nothing less

Destruction of our heritage
Is to destroy the past
So that the future is bleat
Unknown untraceable
No history
Only tales
Those are below
Away by the wind.
Squatters
In our own country
I cry to Africa
We are subjects
But not objects
Subservient
Slave laborers
In our own kingdom
From kings
To slaves
Laughing stocks
To day we are
Our inheritance
Sized by aliens
Our beloved land
By forgives
I cry to Africa
I cry to the world.

Thos are my passionate
Expression of our grief’s
From my dejected spirit.


                                              By Latio Lo Jaden
                                               May /28/1995





Sunday, February 2, 2014

ADBULLAH IS JUST A FRIEND

You force yourself and claim that you are my brother why?
If I may ask,
 I don’t think you are clever.
I am an African you claim to be an Arab
 You look north I look south.
Sometimes you make me laugh
You think I am a fool
You are after something fishy
I do not trust you at all.

You swear all day in the name of God
That you will divorce your wife without action only words four times
Are you ever serious you are not nor sincere nor can you be are colonist
You call me a brother when I call you a brother
You call me a slave
How can I be both a brother and a slave at the save time?
Stop fooling yourself 
Stop faltering me.
I know what you want you are not sincere nor can you be trusted at all
I rest my case.

 Latio lojaden
 17/10/1994