Thursday, June 4, 2015

Work writing- a mess

Here i am loving caring understanding wanting needing having not having
My life is worth living 
Always i think about the girl in the yellow cardi all the way there a long time ago and all the pain she had inside her how images are so decieving she might have been happier in a slum but how unhappy shewas i. The free world
Civilisation as some like to call it
But i think
Civilisation is within u 
My home is beautifully civilised although just 20 steps outside is a rubbish dump 
Or dinner for some
 I miss him so much
I want him as much asthe purple and pink eyeshadows i couldnt stop myself getting
Or the morrocan fabrics in ... Storm
My heart is astorm
Im complete confident yet broken and weak
I am smart i am happy
But am also the one to make myself cey
I am reasy to be a mother
I cant even imagine how it feels 
Its like walking on the moon for me 

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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' -