Just so close, on a fallen balcony , a woman screams to her young daughter - YOUVE DONE A HUUGEEE MISTAKE! FIX IT!
her screams echo the lounge, the kitchen, solid annoyance with the world and everything in it ,in that moment in time , I am forced to listen planets between us and yet her voice rings in my ears, her pain agonises my heart and her screams worrry me terribly,
it is an episode of live Khartoum Heartbreak
here We are, here I am amidst the working streets, it is 2.36 in the afternoon
birds are chirping outside , their sounds sing over fast motor cycles and impatient car horn, lorries growl too. I can hear the sounds of cooking, pots and pans exploding with flavour in deep unshaven kitchens, clean....but not clean enough, never can be - for it would not be perfect Khartoum otherwise .... dust trickles, and flies dance ,
my cousin breaks my trail of thought but enters a new one in my head...... her lemon juice swings in the air , taste and smell combined remind me of my glistening dreams, and hot houses repaired with them.. I dream of living here in the heat sometimes won by the creeping cold escpecially in the night time twirls - when it gets cold here - no one should underestimate the powr of its control. Slowly taking you sharply drying you from the winds agitated by change in the skies. its swift coolness design my dreams. I dream now of a 6.02 am balcony revolution with a woolen jumper over a navy cotton dress. hair hairdressed, curls obeying and attentive to beauty, hena glowing each flower flowing stories, each line connecting dots.... she smells african, she smells sudanese.. but her scent is from an alternate reality , just a few moments away and yet planets in time.......
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