Friday, March 6, 2009

Just a Note... On Friendship

So, as my best friend rings the door bell, I leave the hot chocolate just about to boil and run to open the door,, Kiss, kiss, hug, hug , smile, ah, laugh out loud, we greet each other and start gossiping.


We sit on the kitchen table and I pour the hot chocolate, her one with a teaspoon of expresso, Top 10 Uk Charts is on , Kings of Leon, down 4 with 'Use Somebody' , great song and we hum along to that,


Then moving to the conservatory I put on my new Lady Gaga album and we listen to the new beats we love, we leave it in the background, chatting, laughing and dancing as we sip our hot chocolates,

she notices my pride and prejudice DVD - ooooo can we watch the scene of Pemberly? - I don't need to be convinced, it's fabulous and as Mr. Darcy jumps into the lake, we melt with our jealous eyes and girly minds.

She still has not found time to watch the DVD Box set of TUDORS Season 1 but this weekend for sure.... I tell her it's BRILLIANT !

The internet is on and she favourites some websites and I show her some of mine. Movies, music, famous gossip, Heroes, season 3, How it has improved since the start of the year and she convinces me to start watching it again from episode, Clear and Present danger.

I tell her about a movie I saw and loved - 'The other end of the line'


We disagree as usual how these films are so typical! and I try and convince how they are so beautiful! soothing to the heart!, she laughs but hears the story anyway

Yawning, she decides to head off, we decide on our next meeting , probably next week, It's chilly outside and she waves of running to her house a small walk down, I close the door and thank God for Friendship, for Love, and for Safety. And write this.

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -