An Unbalanced Man
Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That's not to say there's nothing right about me. But the room says otherwise...
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Words that dance, emotions that resonate.
John Ngor Deng Garang is a South Sudanese communications professional and poet, residing in Paris, France. He has no niche; he simply writes whatever comes to mind exactly as he feels it. His writing mirrors the struggles of his community, the small details of daily life like love, travel, name it all… and sometimes his defiance of conservative, modern, and political views/norms. His work lives across various publications and collected on his blog johngarang.com.
Today I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. That's not to say there's nothing right about me. But the room says otherwise...
The first lesson in freedom is the courage to write without asking. Where the Nile flows, silent books of law have been written with guns...
Mama calls me stupid, She says if the degree I'm studying doesn't teach me the value of my own life, then I'm illiterate...
My son, the inspector said your body was found floating, calm, like you always were, the water holding you like a secret it could not keep...
I never whispered or screamed it out loud, but somehow, I think we both knew. Some words are too soft for sound...
They buried him facing East — not so he may greet Christ, the way, the truth, and the life, when he returns — but because his ancestor Deng-Aguet and his gods rest in the East...
… the door slammed so hard the silence flinched. She threw the 50,000 ssp at my face like a stone meant to chase a stray dog...
The curtain hangs half-open, welcoming daybreak. Outside — a rooster screams the day open, reciting yesternight's moans...
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