Friday, October 11, 2013

M&A. 14....he doesnt like Fridays

he doesnt like fridays
the best day of the week
the one where a home is beautiful and all prayers are gold plated
the day where breakfast is attractive, like fashion
a radio lingers in the backgroun, capital or mango depending on which one brings usher and alicia keys
for he is my boo he is my one true
and sandal wood lingers in the background of a clean and new end of beginning
samsung regrigerators hum in the background and an Open TV opens in the background,
he flicks the channels but never changing this channel life
for I and him are the best channel ...
coffee maybe and pancakes or unbeaten chilled lemon and mint juice
come in trays
life is a different galaxy on Fridays ...with peace and beauty
spinning around with every true meaning and serenity
each second a diamond of time

and then a long cool shower for a meeting with the angels
reciting the words that forgive all last week
yemense black arabia on my neck...maybe
or is it intense dolce,
or is it just simple cologne... ice blue
I dont know but I know those Fridays would smell explicit with Love and ionized passion

Today Prayers mean thousands
Duhr means the wave of honesty and binding faith
Fridays are the sensation of a wonderful relationship
the sensation of a forgiveness

but he doesnt like Fridays.....
the silence haunts him and ive never written about him in this way
before.... be continued

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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' -