Sunday, January 10, 2016

Remember the patience .... in 2016

But it is a new day
And although you feel terrible
Nothing is short of a miracle
And nothing is lost
Just start again but this time
Learn from your mistakes
Because there was something wrong and you know it
Use that frustration and sadness and loss and put it in your body for good
What benefit is it to scream, shout, get angry, get depressed? Maybe you're closer than you think so don’t regress
Step forward and improve, step back and relax
Love your body and accept that it is hard but never gone
Take time to breathe for look at yourself
You're a mess
You’ve forgotten everything in life
You’ve even forgot how to be calm and happy about say breath and family
Support yourself
Don’t give up on yourself now
Everything will be alright
That bullying you hate so much
Don’t do that to yourself
For your wall is standing up tall and proud
And your nothing short of a smooth clean elevator
Don’t look at yourself at how others criticise
But how you see yourself
Take the challenge
Be richer
Be happier
Be stronger
Be intentionally amazing
But never be shallow, never be mean, never be boring, never miss a day in your life
Those are your mistakes
Keep learning , Keep learning 

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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' -