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NGOKLAND; A GIFTED SOIL FROM GOD
"A Land that germinated back the Farmers more Crops than what was cultivated. A dissimillar Loam-Clay Soil that is enrich with Minerals and fertilizerable with out fertilizers. NgokLand is unlike an expensive Sand Soil in the West which cost thausands and millions of dollars from the buyers and produce no Crops to benefits it buyers unless influctuated with fertilizers" Choldit.

NGOKLAND;
Peeping through over the window on the Plane, you can see the Canal River Conjuction up above the air on the plane. Five minutes later after cruising down to the lower altitude of Landing, an intersection of River Sobat and the White Nile landscape can be seen as the first and the topmost Natural beauty of the NgokLand. And Haha! Your heart's pulse beat rythmically indicating that the area is strongly link onto you and onto the ground of your Fore-Father's Soil.

NgokLand, a gifted bless Soil from God. A Land at the heart of the Upper Nile Region. A Land resettled by many different tribes from many different background. One minute exactly before touch down, the spirit mode of the body change. An exhaultation of a true spirit of the Land emerged in. After touch down, as you stand up the Plane's seat and walked out of the Plane, one step before stepping out of the Plane, your heart insert in a very fresh Air of NgokLand spirit, pumping out a 100% Oxygenated Air into your body, making you feel so reliable and proud that you have for sure Landed on your own true Father's Owned Soil.

If the feeling of that mixed reaction of that present movement was to be compared, it was as if your sins were washed out and you were shown a vision of heaven, a place where you will reside in Paradise. Fake it, truly being on your own Soil is like you are on your own local made Pillar of Paradise, a Hell of no Fire. Walking into a Bags waiting bay, as you wait for your bag, your whole body, starting from bottom upto the top, keep excelling out a full mixed atom of Oxygenated air and Carbon dioxide. You feel so refrigerated as if you had drunk a cold Laminate, a friged mixed lemon and water.

A oxygenated blood pulsed out by artery make you locomote lighter than any other objects on a NgokLand space. Upon your arrival, spending a day in Malakal - NgokLand was just much easy and simplier, just like spending any of your day in any other city where you have been. All your demand in Malakal as a NgokLand were all in reach. With no lies and promotion, Malakal is a town good and confident to be in. By morning Malakal as a NgokLand that is bordering the Chollo by the River is of a linear ressetlement from the landscape view of the eye. On top of the Region in Upper Nile State, Malakal is well resided by the ressettlers of the NgokLand and the Ngok People. Malakal as the NgokLand have a well channelised security that is trusted able, infacts even with no security personnel on patrol, you can still feel secure when seeing majority number of your own people, speaking in your own native vocals around you. You can walk by foot at anytime, I confidently mean anytime, Day or Night walk from Dienii, Domoa or Abwong Cheng Nyankiir to the onshore bank of Malakal without any security threat on your life.

And so with this, I can say for sure that our Land retreating from War is back to normal. You wake up in the morning and walk tall, full of pride of your own nature of Land and inhabitants that you see. By now without political stigmas, in the name of Lualdit, NgokLand and the Ngok People, I honoured and welcome all the Resettlers of NgokLand (Ressettlers of NgokLand like Chollos, Nuer, Brun, Koma, Bor, Rek, Agaar, Paweny, Luac, Thoi, Rut, Paanaru, Aloor, Ngok de Jok, Anyuak, Murle, Fur, Nuba, etc) in Malakal to keep residing as peaceful as they are and were, and coexist together with the Ngok People on Ngok Soil without any recurrable conflict and drama, ignite by political integers of midget Politicians. "NgokLand, truely a Ngok Own Assets or Property".

My Cultural Trip to;
Anakdiar, Banglai, Baliet, Adong, Paantem, Kookbong, Tubuu, Wunarial within Wiechbiech, Geel Dhiak, Wunbut, Geel Dhien Chan and Abwong

CENTRAL NGOK;
"While sick, travel to Central NgokLand and you will become Healthy". Going to NgokLand deep into the centre of the Soil was like being shut out of the rocket into the orbit space while your shot rocket landing gears were landing you on an open secure space at Space Station. Travelling to the Centre of NgokLand by pickup car, an open back tray toyota. Your nose started to pickup a fresh smell of the ripe fruits from the trees, and by the snearing fresh smell of these fruits, you feel as if you were also together chewing the fruits you smelled together with those who chewed them. One hour and half away from bordering White Nile River of Malakal, I arrived at the centre of the NgokLand.

Arrival at the Centre, Human being was in dilemma, not knowing what to eat. Grains were all over here and animal known as Guil in Local language were all over there plus fishes in mass number at the River. With the present of Ripped Grain all over, animals like Guil were roaming the ripped grain field and within the water, Fishes at the River was moving in masses. People who dwelt at the centre of the NgokLand, on a Ngok Soil were not totally working it out to feed on what as their meal exactly or what to feed on as their meal. Everything was available in masses. Infacts an emotion of hungry one had was being erase out by the look of an eye sighting the food in masses. Food like Plants, Meat or Fished or anything, name it, was naturally present on a Soil! Big ceremonies were held in masses and by the selection criteria of what Meat to eat, surely confusion of what meal to feed on was an issue. Making a choice between a dish of meal for a Meat, Fish or Plant was hard to make.

Some people even want the natural course or mother nature to inactivate the oncoming flow of food in channelized way. Animal like Guil was destroying Crops. People at the Centre of the NgokLand Soil were terribly demanding God to Pure down a mass number of Lions which will feed upon Guil that was derooting out their crops. Long ago People do not happily need the present of a Lions, If it happen, it could be a bad omen however in their case it was a blessing due to masses present of Guil that was demaging crops. On people, One people, One culture theme was still strong at the centre of the Soil. I guess if there was a customary law of marriage that allow People of the NgokLand to marry a Lady in a Day, I would want to do it but in the NgokLand for upto 30 Days. A day with an account of a Lady. Customary Judiciary System were another attractive icon.

Laws were justically and equally imposed over on people in a meaningful manner. With no intrusion not like the way some laws are impose by force. Somehow, somewhere not on a Ngok Soil, you may be told to shut up and never complain just because you are a civilian accusing a soldier. NgokLand victims of Judiciaries System all around the NgokLand are held and charge accountable as human being according to their crimes under different Laws and Acts. Despite your career or wealthy background, you face Laws as an individual living under its principles and code. "Crime around on a NgokLand and you will be Cream down on a Ngok Soil". This is an exact quotation I would use to describe Justice and Equality of Laws that is in use on our owned Pillar of Paradise, NgokLand, A fertilizerable Soil, A Land of reliable life and tolerant. Hungry never strike on any corner. "NgokLand A Gifted Soil from God".

NgokLand is a Land of no competition between hunters and hunted. No insufficiency of any natural demand. Birds never compete over the grains. Prey like Lion and Hyenas had their greed satisfied. WHAT A LAND!! For sure if I may ask, WHO WOULD NOT WANT TO BE ON SUCH A SOIL? WHERE ELSE ON EARTH WOULD YOU WANT TO BE IF NOT THIS SAID LAND? I URGED ALL OUR OWN NGOK LUAL CITIZEN TO COME HOME FROM ALL THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE PLANET WHERE THEY ARE OR FROM ELSE WHERE WERE THEY ARE ONTO THEIR OWN SOIL. COME HOME, COME ONE, COME ALL AND LIVE AN ONGING LIFE ON YOUR OWN TRUE FATHER'S SOIL. A FAMILY OWN PROPERTY, A CLAN OWN PROPERTY AND A TRIBAL OWN PROPERTY. NO STRESS, NO BILLS. MAY GOD KEEP THIS OWNED SOIL FERTILE AND MAKE IT PRODUCTIVITY LAST LONGER.

Choldit (Chol Kiir Akol), A Ngok Lual Yak Citizen and South Sudanese Activist Currently Touring NgokLand - Malakal Residential Address/Location 389 Tarawa High Road UNS City - Malakal NgokLand