The Sun that never set

The Sun that never set
Fashoda is my identity,Malakal the bride of the Nile is my city.Call me Octopus or spider?s web,I?m deeply rooted in Lokoro?s Land,Truly embodied in Acholi?s Hills.I?m from Wau Dimo is my pride,Lou is my beloved and Blanda Bower my DNA.I?m from Pacalla; the glory of Gilo is my face,My beloved cousin is Anyuak.

I?m the Boron, the Maban on Hills and plains,the black beauty that never fade. I?m a Nilotic tall and dark with smooth skin, Nuer and Dinka are my people.I?m on Hills the Nuba Mountains,Kau Nyaro is my beloved maternal.

I?m the Sun that never set

Point your scope Northward,Sure you find me there,Ask the Funj, the archeology of the NileWhite and Blue. Makwar Nyaredh oops Senar.Oh, my sweet days in Aba?s island. I?m a web, kin without borders,Ask the Okellos in Gulu and Arua,Inquire with the Lou in Kenya, or snip the soil of Gambella.
Culture of peace my conviction,Prosperity to all my ambition,I adore peace, I discern pain,
I?m the Sun that never set.

I?m the fortress of the defense,The shield of the African Identity
They abducted my children into slavery,Omdurman my shrine is the fingerprint.Abused, humiliated,Islamized and Arabized, yet, never broken.
Tall and proud, I?m the royal Nyikang,From Rumbek to the Sudd, lake No, and Sobat,The Nile and its reed, is my witness.Collo Kingdom is my name,Some call me disappearing world, butI?m the Sun that never set.
Kwathi Ajawin /USA 11/2006