Dont Dance My Body Poem by onzia dan

Iam going my friend
And am going without you
I mean you!
Don't dance my body any more
Iam going to that part of Africa
Where the Ulaya people milked our Unfed cows
Iam going my friend
To that pearl of Africa
Where hospitable people live.
You see, you have really forgotten,
Not even my name or our trade mark on your land
And you no longer call me by my name,
But sweet is my nations identity
You have no eye to call me a foreigner!

This poem tell, narrates the life foreigners face while in south sudan
especially east africans who are doing business and working there.