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    Born to Write
    Born to Write
    Born to Write
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    Born to Write

    By Sabbath de Yecouba

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    Born to write is a poetry collection. It contains the voice of the suffering Africans and entirely the observant voices who feel compassionate about them. Most of the poems were written out of the experience of the writer.
    The collection is organized based on the common message the poems convey to the society.
    It incorporates humor to knit the ideas in their flow.
    As you see inside, you will realize what it contains.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateSep 9, 2013
    ISBN9781491877388
    Born to Write
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    Sabbath de Yecouba

    Mam'er Abraham Ku'ot (Sabbath de Yecouba) is a Journalist and a poet. He studied Journalism and Mass Communication at Mount Kenya University, Kenya. Sabbath was born in Panyagoor, the current headquarter of Twic East County, South Sudan in 1985. He now lives in Juba, South Sudan.

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      Born to Write - Sabbath de Yecouba

      2013 by Sabbath de Yecouba. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 09/03/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4918-7735-7 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4918-7738-8 (e)

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      NATURE POETRY

      The Bitter Tears

      Born to Write

      Ants of the Savannah

      Who is an enemy????

      Hurting our souls

      Emergence of new world

      Rhythm of Asylum

      Beloved Sister

      A gay meddle

      When poverty conquers

      the world

      The doom regime

      You be called fair?

      Achieeu

      True manhood

      Man for a woman

      Life can’t wait

      Curse Me Misfortune

      Tell tale you tell

      Boyish with beards

      Poverty

      Left alone

      Adventure

      The dice game

      Gagged

      The stove of scandals

      Vicious for me

      Miser of our lives

      The shadow

      A deceased back

      What pain?

      The torn clothing

      Animals not humane

      Arrival of prodigal son

      Hope

      Song of reunion

      Talk of the century

      No pain no gain

      Sweat in the Morning Sun

      Goddess of the sea

      A dead end

      A million on coffin

      K-A-K-U-M-A-

      Moral Lessons

      The Lone Pair

      Just like you felt

      No pain killers

      Forced into disgrace

      Visions and dreams

      Meaningful stitches

      Scorning nature of the world

      ROMANTIC POETRY

      Honey

      Go change

      Wrath in my painful struggle

      They don’t know

      Hugging sorrow

      Letter to my love

      Mizallianz

      In glory like an angel

      Born To Toil

      Husband of Every Child

      Farewell we never knew

      The love song

      Love is Kind

      My Little Deaf Wife

      The guardian angel

      In the core of my heart

      Queen of th’moon

      When love is Paltry

      Heart Transplant

      I’m expired

      Cold face

      Nothing to Caress

      Right to choose

      Smart but conical

      RELIGIOUS POETRY

      Reserves of sulphur preached

      Haters’ Prayer

      Devil shall perish

      POLITICAL POETRY

      Fix My Nose

      Are you a true Southerner?

      Heroes shed no tears

      Fifty Piastres

      Boom

      Sodom and Gomorra

      Missing peace

      In reminiscence of my dad

      Aperture in my soul

      Liberty Anthem

      Wea Tu Häid?

      A bride to woo

      An abattoir

      The mingling stick

      An African child

      We’re Alive

      A leader we nev’r have

      Sun rise

      Endo-parasites

      Wise Choice

      Akwap on Akwap

      The return

      HEALTH POETRY

      Two Wheels’ Death

      Cartoons network

      Rubbish heap

      Driving machine

      The leader to be

      In hell

      Breaking news

      The murderer

      Of what notions?

      EDUCATIONAL POETRY

      Education

      The battle of knowledge

      Education’s liberty

      Piece of Brain

      Venus

      Hidden gift behind education

      NATURE POETRY

      The Bitter Tears

      Under this shade

      Heat is showered

      Only in the forest not a living place

      I wish my parents emerge here

      Am no good to walk with my peer

      If I will ever have minutes of rest

      To sleep with rats

      Must I return at long last?

      For the leftovers

      Rats will spend night on me

      Biting my thumbs and feet

      Then emptying the plates

      The eloquent public speech

      Turns to oppression

      Child, sufuria and clothes

      All for me to observe

      School is behind the kitchen

      No short cut unless that tedious road

      Breakfast before I brush and wash

      I wash crockery

      Day scholars dot for their lessons

      The brush and washing before breakfast usually

      Before taking breakfast I do

      This sleeping maniac throws basket

      That’s the lunch beginning

      Big words thrown on me

      My friends get rid of the breakfast

      On my walk to the market

      Lunch will be ready

      And I must be sent somewhere in a while

      On my return supper should be prepared

      By the time I see those uniforms I admire

      Along the road

      I will be busy in my bedroom

      Stirring competing with darkness

      They later go for dinner me dressing beds

      God you have seen all these

      Sweet daddy you left me here

      Mummy with you as well

      Who shall I call next?

      Oh doves you are said to be kind

      Bear mercy on me

      I am twenty years, young

      I can’t weigh the beauty I possess

      Boys see me and walk on all fours

      Admiring me in my daily dress

      My bare feet and smile broadly

      I can’t write a single letter of love

      You love me I get it

      But I admire sufuria more than you

      For I am used to it

      That’s why I always turn my face aside

      Then you beckon on my back

      I will marry knowledge

      Worse I still fear

      That in a day or two

      I’ll get good clothes and shoes

      Heading for a villager’s home

      Before getting my dreams true

      I’ll rather marry rats if not a Penn

      Born to Write

      I was born in broad day’s light

      For the world to see me insight

      Mom, give me a pen and a paper

      I don’t want that breast brushed with a pepper

      I want to suckle the letter on your forehead

      Letter ‘v’ scarified on your head

      Four you write with your hand akimbo

      You kiss me, saliva a Kimbo

      I want to write to the world

      I want to write them a word

      Naturally you write letter L perfectly

      I want to write decently

      I grew up and shot birds with a catapult

      The soup of Uncle

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