Wednesday, October 2, 2013

4 Dul's and a prayer 1

So much to say almost like im breathing it
so much to lose almost like im feeling it
so much to be almost like im faking it
so much to fear almost like im living it

Words like are like the meanings inside me and the blood that flows free
I am free when i write
time to feel free amidst the hunted
forests dark with despair
which dark spell is this? over our land
and what white fairy will break it with a move of their wand?


Oh tell me which is the way out/
tell me how to whistle and come about
finding the Carpathia of Sudan
when will we be saved from this burning tan

70 cents to 70 pounds
is this the cost of a rich nation?
as Queen Elizabeth waited for thetrain to sail in
I wonder what she thought about ... the Greatest African Nation

Should be our airline motto
Sudan air... the greatest aAfrican nation
or is it Sudan airlines.... the greatest of Africa

and even Beyonce would use the Africa Sauna
cuz its cool and sexy and Sudanese woman are just cool and sexy
like her..
only Muslim too and happy and famous cooks, and have fingers glazed with henna
from the Dammar beauties and every thursday night
a sheep is cooked..just for family fun...just for the gathering of the family
the extended neighbours
the over joyous world
of the basket of this continent
its gotta to be perfect.........

Love...Sudan Fairytale..

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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' -