An Acholi
An Acholi! Kom Acholi! Gin Acholi, bedo Acholi! I am the drumbeat before dawn a whisper between stars and soil, where ancestors walk barefoot through the silence of millet fields, and lightning speaks in the tongue of gods. An Acholi! Kom Acholi! Gin Acholi, bedo Acholi! I am the child of Rwot, born not from blood alone, but from Wang Oo; the fire of story, where truth and proverb kiss in the smoke. I do not just live.I echo. I do not just speak.I inherit. Pe an dano keken.An Acholi! Pe an lalweny keken.An Acholi! Call me Ladit’s pride, call me twon coo wod luo, for I carry the ache of war, and the wine of survival in the same gourd. My name is a war song turned lullaby a sharp spear that now plants cassava. My tongue can summon the rain, or silence a storm. An Acholi! An latin lyec Kom Acholi! I have danced with scars on my shoulders, to Bwola; the dance of kings, where circles are not just shapes but eternal covenants of community, of return. I speak in metaphors my enemies cannot t...