Saturday, September 24, 2011

Missing Sudan 1

Yesterday was a forgotten day
It began in Africa bleeding guilt in my heart
the hours early and dark
asking me for a reason why I forgot
that it was not....to be treated with such betrayal
that another life was here in the desert of silent questions
erupting into dawns of suprise and delicacy
waiting to be discovered....treasured....measured with their true weight
Of Gold
But I couldnt see shine
 eyes of a torrent fake sad unhappy woman
footsteps breaking the earth so heavy with regret
and crying for another ....holiday
another getaway from my rotten choices
But extensive Africa did not want me
As I walked out into the fallen sky 
Africa said goodbye
and my soul broke in half
broken lovers seperating their past
for I did not deserve all this beauty this ecstatic heat 
this passionate encounter with natural love
and big streets opening journeys into new ways
I wish I could have just turned around to stay
but everything was my fault
so with tormenting steps I flew away

No more hope in my soul
I wish I was back home
but I mistreated all the people, all good days turned sour
churned by hands of a coward
like a terrible lover I lied I cheated I abused
I broke promises
I spoke wrong
I miscalculated
I became the enemy of a land that needed me and I needed it
I became the traitor of a vast history that needed my future not my open sutures
of a fearful, unmotivated, untrustworthy woman
I died in the eyes of my only maker
my african sunsets and sunrises blackened
my balcony dreams cut
my afternoon teas spilt and cold
on my beautiful family
the ones that I can trust
the ones I don't deserve to have 
just like I dont deserve the sweetness of an african home
or the hands of an african warmth


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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' -