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22/08/2026

CONGRATULATIONS, COMRADE CHAIRMAN JOHNSON KEE-NG'EN NG'ACHOR

Mobailet, South Sudan
20 August 2026

From our rough childhood days and Sunday School years, we fixed our focus on the learning. Today, you have reached another important milestone. Kudos, ndugu, you have kept the dream alive!

During our teenage years in the “BLACK DAYS GROUP,” while we were busy with our boyish adventures, discipline remained one of the key principles that guided us. Contrary to what many people in our community perceived, the group was not merely about dating girls.

We used it to inspire learning, build confidence, influence our peers, and encourage self-growth and productivity in the society. You are a true testimony to the values of that team.

You have travelled to lands both near and far in pursuit of knowledge, with the sole purpose of giving back, and doing so big, to your people, not just after completing school, but throughout your life journey.

This commitment is demonstrated when, while still a student, you and your team successfully established , which you have continued to guide to this day.

And as the Republic of South Sudan, under the chaotic leadership of President Kiir and his SPLM, continues to struggle with its political challenges, you emerged as a unifying figure and took the responsibility of helping to resuscitate the broken and lead it forward.

This is the same principle of discipline and service that we acquired from and our Sunday School teachings. We are immensely proud to see one of our own reach this academic milestone.

Many people have attended schools in different places and walked out of learning institutions with certificates in their bags, yet with little practical knowledge to show for it.

Sadly, some have gone on to misguide our people in different fields. But we trust in your knowledge and ability. From your IT diploma, you demonstrated remarkable skills and practical competence.

Your ex*****on of responsibilities within the community associations you lead is further testimony that you have not only retained the knowledge acquired in the past but have also gained valuable leadership and management skills through the bachelor's degree you are graduating with today.

Indeed, the wealthy but restless land of Gogoltin, and the Republic of South Sudan at large, have produced in you a well-sown seed that is now ready to be harvested.

Go home. Serve your people. Give whatever you can, at whatever level you find yourself. And always remember that education does not end with the attainment of degrees. Learning continues until the last breath of the learner.
Carry on the torch of learning. Carry on the spirit of discipline. Carry on the spirit of service and leadership.

On behalf of us all here, congratulations, Comrade Chairman Johnson Keng'en Ng'achor, on this remarkable academic achievement.

Aluta Continua, We Will Win ✊🏽!
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HISTORY: Political Betrayal and Bloodshed: The 1993 Statement on Martin Majier G*i's Killing

JUDGE MARTIN MAJIER G*I (1940 - 1993): ONE ASSASSINATION TOO MANY

By Achol Deng
31 May || 2026

Juba, South Sudan - Our worst fears have now been confirmed. The death of Martin Majier G*i Ayuel, former student leader, Judge, Advocate, Member of Parliament for Bor South constituency, Regional Minister who was under detention by the Sudan Peoples Liberation Army (SPLA) since 1985, has just been announced by John Garang, 14 months after the event. Only fools will be gullible enough to believe the cynical version that he was shot while escaping from detention.

A man of high pedigree, penetrating intelligence, untainted integrity and immense popularity, Martin Majier was envied, feared and consequently detained by a number of Sudanese administrations including the Mengestu-style Stalinist regime of John Garang who took his life and despicably dumped his body in the river, in a macabre manner of which the Rwandese thugs would have approved. John Garang like the scheming manipulator that he is, delayed the announcement of Martin Majier’s assassination in the vain hope that he would break the news of his criminal act at a time of his own choosing. But no time is good time for announcing this premeditated murder.

Martin Majier G*i Ayuel Yout was born to a well known Dinka Bor family and thus did not need to affect nobility, unlike some so-called SPLA leaders who, through inferiority complex, use the commonplace “de” of the Dinka to delude outsiders, particularly Europeans, with a pedigree they do not actually have in Bor society. Martin Majier was a natural leader in his age group, whether in the cattle camps or at school. His leadership qualities were to stand him in good stead in his later roles in the judiciary, advocacy and politics.

Martin Majier attended Malek Elementary School, Atar Intermediate School and Rumbek Secondary School where he left brilliant academic records. A good all round student who could have studied at any faculty of his choice, he had a solid education at the Faculty of Law, University of Khartoum where he graduated in 1967 with honours, unlike some so-called SPLA leaders who have been bragging about useless “higher degrees” from fourth rate American universities. After an outstanding performance in the Sudanese Bar Examination he started his legal career as judge becoming an advocate when he responded to his people’s call to be their representative in the Regional Assembly in Juba. A man of penetrating intellect, Martin Majier did not suffer fools, particularly academic upstarts and pseudo intellectuals, too gladly. Therein lay his difficulties with the so-called SPLA leader.

Martin Majier was a man of sustained integrity. He stands out as the only Southern Sudanese politician who has ever resigned a ministerial post on an issue of principle. It was this trait that was responsible for his fundamental difference with the opportunist John Garang, a Mengestu protégé who masqueraded as a socialist. Along with the late veteran Southern politician, “Uncle” Joseph Oduho (another victim of John Garang), Martin Majier called for a separation of roles between the political and military wings of the SPLM/A, a step which is allegedly being undertaken now.

They also opposed the blatant communist manifesto that the SPLA adopted at the behest of Mengestu. Above all Martin Majier and Joseph Oduho refused to participate in the cover-up of Garang’s cold-blooded murder in 1984 of Benjamin Bol Akok, the Makerere and Oxford educated Southern politician from Aweil. Martin Majier and Joseph Oduho expressed doubts about how an erstwhile healthy Benjamin Bol could have died of liver failure only a few hours after the Mengestu security police, at the instigation of John Garang, had made him disembark from a flight to London, at Addis Ababa airport. Like the good lawyer that he was, Martin Majier had demanded that the coffin be opened to identify the co**se and that an autopsy be done to determine the cause of Benjamin Bol’s death. This was anathema to Garang who flew into a fury of rage. It is therefore understandable that Martin Majier and Joseph Oduho were, alas, not to be allowed to live to tell the tale!

Because he confronted issues headlong, unlike the devious, insecure and obscure John Garang, Martin Majier was immensely popular in his home base, Bor, a popularity that translated in the singular honour of returning him unopposed as Member of Parliament indeed his reputation as “Mr Clean” which he earned as a judge in the Blue Nile, Kordofan and Bahr El Ghazal provinces, enhanced his stature beyond the confines of his constituency and staked out his claim as a genuine Southern Sudanese leader. It was this local and regional appeal that the small-minded John Garang could not bear. Martin Majier was an obstacle to John Garang’s ambition. To ensure that John Garang achieved popularity at his home base, where he hardly had any roots and so which he owed no allegiance, Martin Majier had to be removed from the Bor scene.

How foolish, short-sighted and risky! Indeed a “new” Bor had to be constructed from the ashes of the old so it suited John Garang’s ego. This explains John Garang’s complacency, indeed sheepish and smug satisfaction, in the face of the unprecedented onslaught on the innocent children, women and men of Bor by the evil forces he had foolishly antagonised and who unleashed vengeance on Garang’s “people”, little knowing that only a tenuous nexus existed between himself and Bor. In 1992 Garang showed how little he cared about Bor people when he failed to defend them on the offensive grounds that he wanted to capture Juba. He allowed Bor to be devastated. This skewed logic must have been music to the ears of his enemies.

Martin Majier joined the struggle to rectify legitimate grievances against the central government. But like Benjamin Bol, Joseph Oduho, Malath Joseph, Thon Ayi, G*i Tut, Hugo Luji Adwok, Martin Kajiboro and Martin Mar Ayuok, to name only a few, he was to die in the hands of a wicked “comrade-in-arms” who mistakenly believed he would benefit from his treachery. But Martin Majier’s family, friends, supporters and political allies across the country who have been denied the right to give him a decent burial, will not accept this treachery.

Martin Majier, through no choice of his own, achieved the dubious distinction of being (until recently) the longest serving detainee of John Garang. Not content with incarcerating and torturing Martin Garang ignominiously murdered him. If the assassination in cold blood of Martin Majier stirs the conscience of all Sudanese and helps unmask the treacherous, blood-thirsty buffoon and upstart that John Garang is, then Majier will not have died in vain.

Let this assassination be the last. Let this be the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Let this go forth firmly loud and clear: Enough of the eleven years of buffoonery and gratuitous fraternal blood-letting. It is time for a change. John Garang, who thrives in fostering disunity among Southern Sudanese, and whose hands are stained with blood, must go. Away with the dictator.

Achol Deng
King’s College
Cambridge CB2 1ST
England

Tel: 44-223-225258
Fax: 44-223-300406

Cambridge, 1 July 1993

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01/06/2026

Life is a painting project. And YOU are the painter.

By Poni Abraham
31 May || 2026

Juba, South Sudan _ I am a woman of many identities; one of which is “A painter”!
So apparently, while other pregnant women crave nice food or nice smells… I craved painting. 😅

I don’t know at point I became an "expert painter," but I remember how it started: During my pregnancy, last trimester. First I was obsessed with painting my nails, then my face, then somehow… walls. Yes, WALLS. I spent months painting my entire house like a woman possessed.

That madness turned into a hobby, then a "skill" (or whatever we call it). Ever since, I’ve been the family painter every Christmas or big event. Ask anyone who’s lived with me 😂

Fast forward to now: I’ve been painting our house in Yei. Painting Inside the fence was Peaceful! Just me, loud music, and my brush. No interruptions. No opinions. My introverted self was the happiest😊!

Then this morning, I moved outside to paint the gate and wall. And since the gate opens to a busy shortcut, every passerby had their necks tilted to one direction “A woman painting” And baby… the moment a woman does a "man’s job" in public? The street becomes a parliament. 🏛️

Two men passed, and one of them said to me, "Mobruk yaa binia” but the other quietly mumbled “hmm, a beautiful girl now doing male jobs. The economy must have hit her really hard"😂

Then One mama passed, “Great work, my child! This is why we send girls to school, look at you now, an engineer!" (I wanted to tell her I’m not an Engineer, but she already decreed, who am I to reject the prophecy😅? I smiled, God bless her.)

Then three other women walked by: "This is why you need male children. Look at her suffering." This should have been done by a boy😳!
The other added: "She doesn’t even look married. A husband wouldn't allow this." 😂

Meanwhile, children just stood there fascinated, like I was performing magic. Honestly? They were my favorite audience.

Now, my experience today, has taught me alot, but I want to start with Lessons from my life as a painter;

1️⃣ You can turn anything into something beautiful: Painting is literal magic, When you see the “Before” and “After” you’ll understand that the transformation that comes with painting is Magically beautiful😍!
▶️You can turn your life into whatever you envision…

2️⃣ Trust the process. Mixing colors gets UGLY before it gets gorgeous. Wet paint lies. Paint layers clash. But wait. The final result will shock you.
▶️When life gets confusing or complicated, trust the process!

3️⃣ Relax your hand. The fastest way to ruin a painting is to grip the brush like your life depends on it. To much pressure on the hand destroys the art!
▶️Same with life. Just breathe and let instinct lead.

Now, today’s special lessons:

1️⃣ People can’t disrupt what they don’t know: When I was painting inside the fence, no one saw me, so no one had anything to say. but as soon as I came outside, I was exposed to public opinion. Suddenly, everyone had something to say. If you want to progress, keep your moves private. Your journey will be smoother that way.

2️⃣ Everyone will have an opinion over what you do, focus on your goal, don’t let the voices derail you. Now imagine if I had stopped to listen to all the shenanigans…?

3️⃣I am a woman of many identities; one of which is “A painter”!
So apparently, while other pregnant women crave nice food or nice smells… I craved painting. 😅

I don’t know at point I became an "expert painter," but I remember how it started: During my pregnancy, last trimester. First I was obsessed with painting my nails, then my face, then somehow… walls. Yes, WALLS. I spent months painting my entire house like a woman possessed.

That madness turned into a hobby, then a "skill" (or whatever we call it). Ever since, I’ve been the family painter every Christmas or big event. Ask anyone who’s lived with me 😂

Fast forward to now: I’ve been painting our house in Yei. Painting Inside the fence was Peaceful! Just me, loud music, and my brush. No interruptions. No opinions. My introverted self was the happiest😊!

Then this morning, I moved outside to paint the gate and wall. And since the gate opens to a busy shortcut, every passerby had their necks tilted to one direction “A woman painting” And baby… the moment a woman does a "man’s job" in public? The street becomes a parliament. 🏛️

Two men passed, and one of them said to me, "Mobruk yaa binia” but the other quietly mumbled “hmm, a beautiful girl now doing male jobs. The economy must have hit her really hard"😂

Then One mama passed, “Great work, my child! This is why we send girls to school, look at you now, an engineer!" (I wanted to tell her I’m not an Engineer, but she already decreed, who am I to reject the prophecy😅? I smiled, God bless her.)

Then three other women walked by: "This is why you need male children. Look at her suffering." This should have been done by a boy😳!
The other added: "She doesn’t even look married. A husband wouldn't allow this." 😂

Meanwhile, children just stood there fascinated, like I was performing magic. Honestly? They were my favorite audience.

Now, my experience today, has taught me alot, but I want to start with Lessons from my life as a painter;

1️⃣ You can turn anything into something beautiful: Painting is literal magic, When you see the “Before” and “After” you’ll understand that the transformation that comes with painting is Magically beautiful😍!
▶️You can turn your life into whatever you envision…

2️⃣ Trust the process. Mixing colors gets UGLY before it gets gorgeous. Wet paint lies. Paint layers clash. But wait. The final result will shock you.
▶️When life gets confusing or complicated, trust the process!

3️⃣ Relax your hand. The fastest way to ruin a painting is to grip the brush like your life depends on it. To much pressure on the hand destroys the art!
▶️Same with life. Just breathe and let instinct lead.

Now, today’s special lessons:

1️⃣ People can’t disrupt what they don’t know: When I was painting inside the fence, no one saw me, so no one had anything to say. but as soon as I came outside, I was exposed to public opinion. Suddenly, everyone had something to say. If you want to progress, keep your moves private. Your journey will be smoother that way.

2️⃣ Everyone will have an opinion over what you do, focus on your goal, don’t let the voices derail you. Now imagine if I had stopped to listen to all the shenanigans…?

3️⃣ Life is a painting project. And YOU are the painter.Stop waiting for someone else to pick up your brush. Pick it up and do with it whatever you want!

I don’t know why I wrote all this, or why you read to the end… but if you did, I hope it was worthwhile.

Now go paint something; a wall, a dream, or just your nails.😉

Have a great night fam. ❤️

I don’t know why I wrote all this, or why you read to the end… but if you did, I hope it was worthwhile.

Now go paint something; a wall, a dream, or just your nails.😉

Have a great night fam. ❤️

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