Let me tell you something -never -have i ever -been a size 10 in my whole life
I remember laying in the garden of altayif suburban khartoum - bewildered with bewilderment - lying on the corner of my sweet fantasies that had begun - just a few days ago - still immature love growing in my veins - - flowers sweating with the nightly air - I threw the sheets of my skin, for i was hot with my new aspirations and imaginations bendingwith the savana of the streets blowing the predispostions of handsome future ...life
Listen to the sky - my grandmother sleeping sevenly times awaiting the azans of tommorow - I was still superficially engrossed in the whispers of african bliss in tonight's romance - i was young - encapsulated by the silence of glitter above my bed -i was struck by desire to grow, passion to melt into arms of golden love, love to find - my love
and then it came - a shooting star that ran across my heart - passing through my heavenly desires and into next door- there - i didnt see myself here - - i saw myself closing my eyes when the light passed across my bed and I dreamt of what i wanted, letting it come true for I believed in you - nights of africa
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