Far south at the leeward of greater Nuba mountains
Our village Akot is situated
North
At the confluent of the greater Nile River
Akot is the village we called home
Far east to the noisy Heglig oil fields near Parieng town
The sunset there every day
Beneath Akot soil
Situated in a fertile semi-arid desert
A black cotton soil
Pan-Akot in Unity State
It is a village short of a modern settlement
But an upgraded traditional settlement
A decent natural African village
Children don’t go to schools
Never do they attend to regulated vaccinations
Talk not of hospitals where mothers deliver
Mothers die in labor
Babies die of preventable diseases too
Children born in breach delivery are called Aluong
It is my childhood name
They come by their legs
In towns, mothers are operated to deliver
In the scattered settlement of our village
Passes a snake-like footpath seldom used by vehicles
Children are always scared of passing vehicle
Whenever a child cries
Parents frighten him of being donated to a passing vehicle
Children are tricked into being eaten by vehicle
Frighten that those carried by vehicles are surrendered to be eaten
In our village
The vehicle is the most feared monster ever by children
Its breakfast is disturbing child,
It dins on the least disturbing ones
Docile ones can be spared by this monster
Vehicles are next to Agaar Dinka known for cannibalism
Whom we believed to eat even adults not only children
In our village Akot
Elders jealously rear for from beasts
In Akot village
We could roam among well artistic grass thatched huts
Evenings are our best moments in Akot
We could gather
To watch spices of birds migrating to the Nile
We could labor counting the countless varieties of birds
We could quarrel over the ownership of migrating beautiful birds
We could fight
Wrestle and keep fighting to the next day
We could divide moving birds to avoid fights
We could divide the flying flock based on colors
Each and everyone could own his/hers
They are beautiful
In our village Akot
We could gather to smile
Touch and glare at the blossom shrubs
Flowers are rare but beautiful at the buds
In our seasonally dried village
April rains always come with a cold breeze
We could sing and sing in a quest for rains
Rain of our grandfather
Come quickly so that we go to chew frogs (junks) in Panaruuda
rain comes with blossom
Signs of rains in Akot come from the south with hot breezing
Elders called it Padhuap-Deng
It is where rains never stopped
When humid starts
First rains in Akot are always stormy, noisy
It brings hailstones
It knocks down improperly erected huts
Even Luaks of cows
Children dance in the rains while collecting slippery hailstones
Children do wrestle over hailstones
They easily diffuse in their hands
Hailstones could be loose ice particles
Children love chewing these hard particles,
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