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Ramciel, also spelled Ramchiel, is a place in Lakes, a state in South Sudan, that will serve as the future site of the national capital. It is considered the geographic center of the country and borders Jonglei state to the west. It is very close to the point at which the borders of Central Equatoria, Jonglei, and Lakes, and thus the historical provinces of Equatoria, Greater Upper Nile, and Bahr el Ghazal, touch.John Garang, the first president of Southern Sudan, allegedly wanted to place the national capital in Ramciel during his administration, but he died before South Sudan achieved independence and its largest city of Juba became the capital instead.
The area is inhabited by the ALIAB community group, who cultivate crops in the highlands during the dry season and in the Nile marshes during the wet season. There are conflicting reports over its suitability for larger-scale construction, with some characterising the area as sunken and swampy and others contending that the rocky highlands can support a major city if one were to be built there.
K-Nuff verse:
This time I'll keep it simple,
Figured I'd do you a favor
No blemishes or pimples,
I am proactive with flavor
It doesn't matter if you’re grown or you are a teenager
This here is meant to hit you harder than Ali did
Frazier
The darkest night is hopeful when it seems
I slept and woke up in a dream
I feel like a celebrity in this here moment
Now when I stand they notice every kink, sponges I'll
soak up everything
Leaches won't leave you anything but broke and lonely
The lights and cameras on me flickering
Ultra bright reds
Feel like they’re seeing my darkest secrets and my
white heads
Yeah that's sort of nasty, but if you just focus you
can see
An open book, I'm full of war like them novels from
Clancy
Some might call me panzee, some look to harm me in
alleys
Others got armies and ammunition they’re targeting at
Whether you hate me or fancy, love to debate or attack
I am still standing here gladly, making a statement, no
plan B
Juanlove verse:
My…vision is hazy at best, but conviction makes me
restless
Or…Maybe I’m crazy at best, and wearing my words like
necklace
Carving a space like lumberjacks so brave I mess with
Texas
Or I’m Martin Scorsese at best, with pictures that make
you breathless
Under the flashing lights, but… still just on the verge
of reckless
Truthfully I’ve so much soul, and this much soul leaves
a man headless
See Buddy Holly said that the sky belongs to the stars
I then converted this truth to bars and realized I’ll
never need a Lexus
Life in abundance never the man seeking to hold a death
wish
Maybe, I’m Patrick Swayze at best, but, even my ghost
is deathless
Truth is I’m trying to stretch this, so ease up off my
checklist
I’m fixed upon the surface, and hope floats just like a
dead fish
SO, pardon my rhetoric this poetry is like post modern
Tetris
Maybe I’m just a builder at best, and just Nehemiah
gets this
ALL prophets are hated like diseases and tetanus
Scrutinized under the microscope we bask in his