Published in Overland Issue 205 Summer 2011 · Uncategorized I need the finger of God inside my mind Maketh Ajak At school I’m the outgoing kinda guy who sits all alone like a stump at the back of the classroom, because my mates call me a refugee; at home I’m what my ol’ man calls a coconut. I think I need the finger of God inside my mind. Maketh Ajak is an Ipswich-based writer of poetry. He was born in South Sudan. © Maketh Ajak Overland 205-summer 2011, p. 77 Like this piece? Subscribe! Maketh Ajak More by Maketh Ajak › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 6 November 2026 · Friday Fiction Headland Harry Goddard He must have still been sore. I could tell from the winces he made as he scooted down the trail. Some unspoken agreement of not hitting other people’s children — and the circumstances of me not being that type of kid — spared me from the same punishment. I was taken to my parents who agreed I would have to work off the damages, and I must have mowed the lawn once, or cleaned the family car. 4 November 2026 · Film MIFF, Minotaur and the politics of maternal reception Alicia Byrnes Maternal labour is, in the terms I’ve set out here, not labour at all. Noisy, unfocused, mobile, perhaps even sleepy — it is an affront to arthouse film viewing and therefore unserious.
