Thursday, May 7, 2026

Aircons in wrong countries

It made me so happy -The look on the wall the lightness in the air the feel of the remote in your hand as you decide on 19 or 21 degrees and the energy in the fan
My tears fall as i remember my sudan house the buzz they made when the machine magically turns on and you know there is coolness coming in the desert heat
And when the electricity dissappears the silence the house makes as they go queit
And now here all the way here
In europe
One got installed
The sadness it brought me
It was like it asked 
How are my old friends ? 
And i had to say we lost them to the war. 
And then a silence
As times and thnigs lost came into view
The new aircon cooled my memories but somehow blasted my heart into fire
For i ownded things in sudan
And only rent here….barely rent here
There were 18 aircons in our house
….
And im barely surviving here although i have to be the strongest
Im such a hyppocrite too

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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' -