Thursday, March 22, 2012

Meeting The World

Tonight was the inauguration party of the School of Authentic Journalism, I filled its fun-to-fill application in December 2011 (you can read my essay here), of course I knew how amazing it will be by reading about the previous classes, but tonight after hearing about 70 people introducing themselves, I cannot even find words to describe the awesomeness.

I remember the first time I started steadily writing is after I read George Orwell’s essay “Why I Write”. That was in 2005, the same year I graduated from high school with a pretty good average, when you’re from Sudan and you get such a degree you’re expected by your immediate and extended family to become an engineer or a doctor, I applied and got accepted to Sudan University’s Electrical Engineering, one of the best engineering schools in Sudan, not so many people know that I merely chose that because I had a childhood fantasy of becoming like Judy Foster in Contact, years later I realized I was fascinated by her story and not her job. Strange enough is the fact that the guy, who directed Contact, is the same guy who directed two other childhood favorite films of mine –I should probably note that I lived my childhood in Saudi Arabia-, Forrest Gump and Castaway. I began writing poetry and rapping also around that time, I’ve been listening to Rap music for over a decade of my life, printing lyrics and reciting them at my house was my fun and that’s how I learned English by the way. I was enjoyed what some rappers identify as “audio films”, in fact looking back now, the first track I recorded was more this kind, you can check it out here.

Long story short, in 2010, an opportunity that I’ve never dreamt of emerged; the Goethe Cultural Center in Khartoum offered a 6 weeks intensive workshop on Documentary Filmmaking, I applied but for some reasons I was accepted as a “listener”, the workshop was conducted by Kasim Alabd, an Iraqi-British filmmaker who I’m so grateful to because he decided to include me as a listener and I got to participate in other student’s works and not do one of my own, comes 2011 and the Goethe Institute launched the project Sudan Film Factory a great initiative led by the Sudanese artist Telal Afifi, and I got to participate and work on a story of my choice, and it was screened in January 2012.

Why Am I telling all of this? Well, up until tonight I have always had doubts that I might’ve made a mistake and disappointed my family and future by dropping off engineering even though I have the positive support from most of my friends, but tonight I realized how proud I am that I’ve done so, so many boys and girls I got to meet at the school of authentic journalism have amazing and interesting backgrounds, and so many of them love telling video stories and also so many of them despise “institutionalized education”, and they all want to earn a living doing what they love. I feel so empowered after hearing all of their stories, and I can’t wait to get to know all of them better.

I know for sure, if my government finds out about my participation in the School of Authentic Journalism, they will call me a spy, an agent, an advocate of the west, a traitor, etc. they’re just so evil that they cannot see the beauty that laid within the walls of a Mexico City restaurant tonight, the beauty that will continue to be an inspiration to me and to the other students for the rest of our lives, because no matter what colors our skins are, what languages we speak, what faith we believe in, we all want a better home, and a better Earth.

In February 2012 a couple of friends and I established a media production company in Khartoum, I wanted to name it Apedemek after the Nubian lion god of Ancient Meroe, the ministry of commerce didn’t like the name and we eventually had to settle with the name Tashawor, I’m gonna go back to Sudan, stronger and more determined to do what I love and to build with my old and new friends “the Sudan that we’ve been dreaming of daily”(1).


(1): a line from a poem by the Sudanese revolutionary Poet Mahjoub Sharif

Friday, February 17, 2012

Damned Dams

This was an essay for a course I applied to in December.

Damned Dams

27 December, 2011

“It is better for the Sudanese people to experience the rule of the religious mania group, it will be a fruitful experience as this group will expose the falsehood of religious slogans, it will control Sudan politically and economically even if by means of arms. And it will put Sudan through bitterness and strife, and eventually strife will hit among the groups themselves and they will be uprooted from Sudan”

- Mahmoud Mohammed Taha in a speech in 1977, he is a Sudanese Muslim reformer and mystic, considered by some as a Sudanese Gandhi, he was executed by Nimiri’s regime when Mahmoud peacefully protested against Shari’aa Laws.

It has been clear that Sudan will not see a bright future unless the government of the National Congress Party (Formerly known as the National Islamic Front) is stripped of power and replaced by pluralistic democratic civil society to guarantee the Sudanese people their basic rights and sustainable peace and development. the brutality of the NCP/NIF inflicted upon the Sudanese people after their 1989 military coup nearly eradicated such vision from the minds of Sudanese people, in addition to its investment in ignorance, NCP/NIF regime used Islamic sloganeering to portray itself as the protector of Islam and views those who attempt to oppose it as infidels. But after their 20 years old holy war with the South ended with a peace agreement, it became clear that all of the martyrdom propaganda they heavily used in the 1990’s was nothing but a big lie, and with the exposure of their deeply rooted corruption, people are starting to realize that all they’re left with is fear, and more people are breaking it day after day. With the power of the internet and new media, information is no longer suffocated by authorities. In 2007, the people of Kajbar town revolted against the building of a new dam that was going to repeat the tragedy of President Abboud and President Abdulnasir’s deal to build Al-Sad Al-Aali Dam which drowned not only the lands but also the ancient history of the Nubians of northern Sudan and forced them to seek refuge in other parts of the country, authorities wasn’t happy with the people’s attempts to stop the new dam construction and responded violently killing 4 young protesters with live bullets.

In 2009, the government of NCP/NIF started constructing another dam in the north, named Meroe, and was used by the president Omer Al-Bashir as a “we don’t need you” message to the “Americans, Israelis, and Zionists” after the ICC issued arrest warrant against him. The people of Al-Manasir were promised compensations which they’ve been waiting for ever since. On November 17th, they declared a protest and started a sit-in in Ad-Damer city in northern Sudan that is still going until the hour of typing this article. It sure gathered momentum, as the number of demonstrators kept increasing, videos and pictures were uploaded and views by millions outside the “Justice Square” as the Manasir themselves named the location of the sit-in. Activists in Khartoum started sending support messages to the demonstrators in Ad-Damer by conducting solidarity stands in front of the Dams Administration building and declaring that their “stand with the Manasir is a a stand for change”.

On Thursday, December 20th a group of Manasir Youth arrived to Khartoum determined to bring the cause closer to Osama Abdulla, the president’s cousin and the Director of the Administration of Dams. They chanted around down town’s public bus station and were met with violence from the authorities and many youth were arrested. The next day the Manair Youth issued a statement on Facebook calling supporters to gather on Thursday 12 p.m in the University of Khartoum and march with them to the near presidential palace where they will deliver a message to the president, the police and security forces were waiting outside campus ready and steady not aware of the Manasir Youth tactic of splitting into two groups, one started a demonstration in the Public Bust Station once more, and the other group mobilizing the students inside the UofK campus. The police forces moved to suppress the first group which gave a chance to the second group to leave the campus and head to their destination, when the authorities found out they were fooled, the revenge was furious. Tear gas was bombed openly by riot police regardless of passing cars and buses, then the police invaded the campus and violently evacuated it without differentiation between students, except for the NCP’s student sector which is known to have direct contact with the National Intelligence and Security Services. Many students were injured and looted, some of them did not even know about the Manasir cause. Later that night the security forces attacked both the boys’ and girls’ dormitories beating and looting rooms taking mobile phones and laptops.

On Sunday December 25th, the students of UofK called for strike in protest of the police violence and invasion of the campus, and drafted a list of demands to present it to the university’s administration. An atmosphere of rebellion started spreading amongst the students, who demanded the resignation of the chancellor, an official apology from the police, the return of all stolen possessions, the treatment of all injured students and that the soldiers responsible be brought to justice, an important demand was added the next day of the strike, and that is to take the authority upon the very poor dormitories from the Students Support Fund and include it into the University’s administration, a very important demand because the Students Support Fund is controlled by the “Islamic Movement”, the student sect of the NCP/NIF, which spends more funds on its members and snitches than it does on the dorms. The students started organizing themselves through facebook groups and the Manasir Youth declared their support to the strike through speeches conducted in different campuses.

The political activism in Sudanese Universities is consisted of small parties and student sects of big parties, discussions are held daily in the form of open forums which are mostly attended by the members of the speaking party and a few members of its rivals; efforts are lost in mistrust, personal grudges and competitive behavior that often reach the point of violence, even though they all almost agree on the urgent need for change except –of course for the Islamic Movement which is pro NCP/NIF. But a great deal of students are not interested in these activities and they actually tend to avoid any contact with their fellow students who are involved in them, those seemingly apathetic students are known as flouters, and the maximum they’d do is to vote in the Students Union Elections, recently a new body emerged during UofK’s Union elections in October 2011, it was dubbed “Student Unity” and its slogan was “I am non-politically affiliated student and I vote for Student Unity”, other universities caught the trend and the flouter students showed great enthusiasm towards it. The recent strike situation in UofK brought all of these bodies and parties closer together, something that is almost unfathomable. I had a discussion with the son of a big time NCP/NIF leader, the son is a student in UofK and he has posted a status on facebook declaring that they should no longer stay silent on police violations and that “the youth are the change, the youth are the freedom, the youth are the future”, which I found very strange coming from someone who last year was urging people to vote for his father’s party in the Sudanese shameful elections of 2010. He spoke honestly and told me he only voted for the NCP/NIF in 2010 elections because all the “opposition parties” are nothing but chair seekers and the proof is the latest deal between the government and two of the major opposition parties which granted them two high rank positions in the state, and he said if he can go back in time he would abstain from voting because he doesn’t really believe in the NCP/NIF, he was honest to the extent he made a comparison between his situation and prophet Abraham’s situation whose father was “an infidel”. My point here is that, we should leave aside our political differences and political party relations and work on our human relations, everyone who wants to see a better Sudan where we all get equal chances of expressing our views peacefully can recognize the next one who wants the same thing I believe. I see this strike as an opportunity to create the necessary human relations that are based merely on the love of freedom and not political gains, this unity and determination to change can be sustained not by winning this battle, but by understanding the power of standing up as one, and I think this can be conveyed to the students by means of media and communication. UofK is not the only university that suffers from the regime’s brutality, during these days Kasala University is occupied by NISS agents and 16 students have been detained for a week, in Red Sea University students are being expelled for political reasons, and in universities all over the country the NCP/NIF is breaking someone’s legs or life. Student Unity bodies should all coordinate with each other and support each another, UofK students proved they are well knowledgeable when it comes to media production and they’ve been blessing their strike with videos and posters, this can be taught to the other universities in the far sides of the country where a camera phone is so hard to find, they can be provided with cameras and maybe laptops with basic training on capturing and uploading and social networking. Satire is great for breaking the tension and the fear; i suggest the students start mass producing jokes and cartoons about the police, about the irresponsible coward Mr. Hayati the chancellor of the university, about the unjust corrupted Osama Abdulla manager of dams department, and at the head of the decaying state Omer Al-Bashir. And we should not forget the real cause behind the UofK strike; it is not the Manasir’s long demand for justice, but the aspiration of the Sudanese people as a whole for social justice, freedom and equality. The October and April revolutions of 1985 and 1964 were sparked by Khartoum University students, and history tends to repeat itself, but this time we will prevent it, unlike the previous Sudanese revolutions, we will not allow this one to be stolen by the businessmen and soldiers again.

It is too early to determine whether the students’ faith in the possibility of change increased or decreased, the coming days will show and tell. But the obvious sense of responsibility amongst the students and the support they give for the poor people who are demonstrating 4 hours drive away to the north is remarkable, the use of social networking and communication tools has improved a lot since January the 30th when the youth marched down Alqasr Street inspired by Egypt’s Jan25 and Tunisia’s victory, and I can tell that January 30th 2012 will be a turning point.

The improving of the media created by the students is reliving, during the attack of the police on UofK’s campus, Khalil Ibrahim, rebel group leader was announced killed by the Sudanese Army, many local newspapers on the next day said the demonstration of Manasir in Khartoum is an act of revenge to Khalil’s death. Pro-government newspapers of course, but the students were ready to defend their cause and they pushed at least one newspaper into correcting its information, agencies like AFP, and Bloomberg conducted interviews with the students and published the true story on their websites, I believe the most effective way to support the cause through media is if we become truly independent in delivering the message, we are the ones who should be interviewing each other and taking videos and pictures of violations and victories, and provide the outside media with it, and not the other way around. We need to embrace the culture of video, even when nothing interesting is happening during a protest or a sit-in, we should keep a camera or two rolling, such footage will come handy and that is for sure, and it will also be a good training when all the dams of fear separating us from our future fall.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

This Is Street

Haven't blogged in ages, i know
I need to come back, I miss this
but anyways, Facebook timeline brought this up to me, thought I share it here
wrote it a long time ago, so yeah

i'm doin this, for the kids growing up on the other side of perfect
a life of hurting, only agony is certain
people say eyes are windows to the soul
but you can't see through these curtains
of pain and misfortune
heads are heavy due to the weight of burden
still, they hold it high and even higher when sniffing on glue so they don't mire
in a life of shit, they tend to catch a fire
burn slow, for they know heaven gates are theirs to acquire
I admire their smiles and laughter
hope reminiscing will help them erase the anguish in the hereafter
if they ever reached it, cuz these kids, are just like a rafter
they never know if the next wave will take them to safety or to the grave
most of them are depraved
most of them never had a father, so don't tell one to behave
most of them don't work at all, but one still feels like a slave
and your garbage is someone else's food, and just like you and I they do crave

- Now this is street ..
by Ahmad Mahmoud on Friday, August 8, 2008 at 6:25pm

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Gissat al Masoora al Maksoora/ The Broken Pipe Fairytale

Big Welcome to the new blogger SudaneseActifist, who's a dear friend of mine. and here is her Masoora Story :)

Once upon a time, not so long ago (at least 3 months ago), a suicide bomber pipe in Umdurman decided to explode. The pipe was in al-7itana, an area not so old, the pipeline must have been installed at least 20 years ago. Then the government increased water flow. What a noble thing to do. They want to give people more water but with such strong water flow the pipes struggled to subdue.

Poor suicidal 7itana pipe couldn’t take it anymore. Water flowed so strong, more than it could afford. It exploded flooding the whole street causing all sorts of disarray. The street was not paved so ponds kept getting formed. Mosquitos, frogs and wildlife have found a new home!

I know one girl that lives there that kept calling the Water Lords (aka Water Authority of the State of Khartoum). She called them AT LEAST 10 times she said but of course no solution was even sought. Other neighbors also called but only for their demise. All they got in return was a whole bunch of lies. Then they
were told the government cares, no more water should go to waste. They’re installing water meters to prevent the watershed! Rejoice people of 7ittana
water meters will be there FOR you! Yet the broken pipe also stood right there releasing water like a salvo :/

Watershed moment is what the water meters caused. People of 7ittana, Nas al 7illa, rose and roared no water meters shall be installed; “if the water lords dared to mess, they better fix the broken pipe before they can only blame themselves!” For sending a water meter messenger
that will only be beaten up, will be of no good but for the ruthless hospital
thugs (a.k.a some government hospital staff).

The story’s incomplete as we can’t but sit and wait. Will the people rise up or was it all just roars and talk? Will action be taken? And who will start the onslaught? or will it all just be forgotten as the water meters get installed? but who will pay for the broken pipe? whose water meter will it condemn?

I promise I shall keep you posted all they way until the end so stay tuned ya nas and listen up with intent :P

P.S. This is a true story. I’m going to go take pictures of the broken water pipe and post them really soon.

Visit our group "against prepaid water meters" here:

and oh, this morning, Al-Intibaha newspaper published the Khartoum Governor's "directions" to stop installing the new meters in residential areas.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

The Compass Still Has an S on it, Or: Between The Drink and The Delusion of Directions

“Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too”
- John Lennon

I've started writing something a while ago, in an attempt to materialize my “serenity towards Secession versus Unity” as my last attempt entitled “Otherology”(1) stated. The one I ended with “I’ll finish this January 2011”. But between October, 2010 -which is the date I scrambled Otherology- and today, I’ve torn several papers to pieces, and I came to believe I’ve torn more than just papers in the process.

“Just see these superfluous ones!
Sick are they always; they vomit their bile and call it a newspaper.
They devour one another, and cannot even digest themselves.”
- Thus spoke Zarathustra

I’ve never been a patriot; and I don’t appreciate the concept of patriotism very much to be honest. The sloganeering that accompanies it disgusts me. And recently, in the past 5 days a new type of patriotism emerged, at least it’s new to me. It’s most likely inspired by the whole referendum issue which is ironically 5 years old, but I don’t remember seeing a status mourning the loss of the “biggest Arabic country” also, some statuses express the joy that “a thorn on Sudan’s side is finally removed” which is obviously a joy inspired by the despicable Sudanese Just Peace Forum Party (SJPF) and its scumbag of a chairman Al-Tayeb Mustafa who gave up his membership of the ruling party, the National Congress Party (NCP) to establish the SJPF and a newspaper called “Al-Intibaha” to promote his “secessionism”, and suggesting we cast away all those who do not fall under his definition of “The North” –using not only his newspaper, but also a bunch of fancy well printed banners that you’d find scattered around Khartoum-.(2)

Let me leave aside the president’s uncle and his superfluous secessionism, for it’s based on –according to the man himself- “major differences in culture and identity: The north is Arab and Muslim and yearns for its Arab and Muslim surround” because this sick concept of patriotism has one word to describe it, bigotry.

“Flowers only die in a vase
A heart only dies encased in a lie we call race”
- Brother Ali

On the other hand, there are those patriots, who mourn the secession -even though it didn’t happen yet- and who have “become aware of the misfortunes of their homeland suddenly, and decided to adopt a melancholic pattern of publicized activism” as a friend suffering a writer’s block described them last night. Not that I’m against their freedom of expression, freedom of timing their expression that is.

Three years ago, I would’ve been writing this under the spell of “mending my broken country”, hell... three weeks ago I was under a similar spell, I used to be touched by the creatively designed pictures that flooded the Internet showing Sudan being intimately held by a person, being the broken heart of Africa, showing faces pained in Sudan’s flag colors, showing it as a sad face with a crack resembling the sad mouth and the south etc. I would be on my homepage and read the words “Fulan and 11 other friends changed their profile pictures”, and without clicking on the link, I can see the pictures most of the 12 friends deemed as Profile Pictures and they’re all, well, “Patriotic Pictures”.

“You see my kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions, or its office holders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death. To be loyal to rags, to shout for rags, to worship rags, to die for rags--this is loyalty to unreason.”
- Mark Twain

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate those PPs at all, nor do I judge its users intentions in any way, but the effect they had on me before I tore the last paper is long gone now, I’m happy that a part of Sudan gained an opportunity to win its independence from this fascist regime that has drugged the Sudanese people by means meaner than a banner held by a group of Dinka in Juba written in Arabic saying “bye, bye Khartoum”.

Sudan, the Land of the Black, a name equivalent to the name Ethiopia in meaning is engraved in the minds of Sahara dwellers (Morocco, Tunis, etc) as the regions of Senegal, Mali, and Nigeria. Historically, the area south of the Sahara extending from The Red Sea east, to the Atlantic Ocean west has been known as Al-Sudan(3), Islam and Arabic Language has spread in those regions long time ago, and co-existed alongside with the native religions and languages and were -Arabic, and Islam- naturally, affected by them. After their independence, the countries of the area known as Al-Sudan adopted new names drawn from their heritage, history, geography, etc, except for Sudan, and Ethiopia, their names were chosen by the ruling elite in both countries, and so were their flags, anthems, and constitutions, years later, in 1993 Eritrea gained its independence from Ethiopia in a scenario similar to the one we have in Sudan.

“Al-Rujal Mato Fi Karari”
- A Sudanese proverb meani ng (Men died in the Battle of Karari)

After Sudan’s independence, the Sudanese ruling elite defined the new born state as “Arab” and “Muslim”. The new constitution was silent on two crucial issues for southern leaders - the secular or Islamic character of the state and its federal or unitary structure. However, the Arab elite of Khartoum promised the southerners to create a federal system, which later led to a mutiny by southern army officers that launched the civil.

This “Afandi” mentality replaced the colonial mentality of the British and created a barrier of civilization between the governor and the governed. Those “Afandia” who occupied small administrative jobs under the British colonial government, viewed the Sudanese society in the same way the British viewed them, a primitive society, thus alienating themselves from it, and after independence those Afandia inherited the government, neglecting the various cultural aspects of this society and this neglectance can be observed in the dominance of Odurmanian Music (also known as Hageeba Music) over the other musical styles for example. This perception of inferiority is what controlled the official media since the independence.

“Marisa”, a brewed drink (some sort of a beer), indigenous to the Nuba mountains and considered a basic breakfast meal for the locals of who sip it before heading to the fields to work the land, it is not intoxicating unless consumed heavily and made from the very same ingredients they use to make another breakfast meal which is “Asida”. It was deemed “Haraam” after the Islamic Sharia Laws were applied in Sudan based on the Islamic doctrine of “ma askara kathiroho, fa galiloho haraam” (What intoxicates in large quantities, the little of it is forbidden). Government carried out the laws against this drink with no regards to its role in the native culture of the Nuba Mountains, although the carriers of the law were a minority of believers in its prohibition, but their faith being perceived through the Ideological and political dimension of the regime.

“Men feared time, yet time feared the pyramids”
- Vinnie Paz

It is said that Islam was introduced to this part of the world known today as Sudan through a man named Abdullah Ibn Abi Al-Sarh, who waged war on the Nubians in the North of Sudan, coming from Egypt, Nubians being the fierce fighters they are, the war ended by signing the longest treaty man ever known, The Baqt Treaty, lasted over 700 years between the Christian Nubians and the Muslim Arab rulers of Egypt. Its major provision was that 360 slaves per year are to be sent to Egypt and the rulers of Egypt would send goods down south including wheat and legume. The treaty also obliged the Nubian kings of Al-Mukarra Kingdom to maintain a mosque for Muslim visitors and residents. Another theory argues that Islam was introduced peacefully through western Hajj passages, however, over a period of over half a century Islam infiltrated the Sudanese societies. A system of disperse emerged as the Arabs who fled the Mamluke Dynasty’s rage in Egypt declared themselves as “Ashraf”, associating themselves to the Mohammadean bloodline, therefore guaranteeing a position in society very effective and altering to the societies they found. The maternal system of Nubians and Beja people is but an example of the aspects that almost perished under this caste system.

When I first visited Al-Bagarwya in 2008, I noticed the structural similarities between the Nubian pyramids and the Islamic Gubba (Sudanese shrine), of course the cultural similarity is obvious, both, the pyramid and the “Sudanese” shrine are used to host the body of reverend figures after their death. Sudanese people incorporate elements that are neither Arabic nor Islamic into their identity, if any indication, this clearly indicates that we’re more “Sudanese” than Arabs or Muslims, and by Sudanese I refer to The Sudan the continent not the country.

“Have you ever seen a government pray?”
- Dr. John Garang

A friend asked me, what side am I with. The South and The North are mere directions to me, I’m no longer a victim of the delusion of directions. The same delusion that caused the death of men in Karari and the fall of their Mahadian State, that their leader being an Ashraf who descend from the east will gain them victory. Ibrahim, a fellow member of Sudan Unite Group(4), was asked by Al-Arabia TV if the secession of the South will put an end to the SUG, he replied “Intellectual battles do not end by political defeats”, I couldn’t say it better. If secession becomes reality next week, I wish the country number 193 will flourish and becomes the new heart of Africa and its people will be healed and rewarded for all the years they’ve suffered because of the delusion of directions. After all, all the borders of the world are ought to fall. I’ll finish this by finishing the Lennon’s quote I started with: “You may say that I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will be as one”.

“The rights of southern citizens in their country are not provided for in Sharia but rather in Islam at the level of fundamental Quranic revelation”
- Mahmoud Mohammed Taha from his “Either this or the Flood”


Sunday, October 24, 2010


Last night, I tried writing about Unity and such..
Couldn’t draft that much

I couldn’t even write the words: Sudan Unite
Because my pen knows, that I memorized a lot of Jahili Poetry(1)
And still don’t know how Nuer tribes write

I was taught about how Sahaba(2) used to fight
But was never told of how Shilluk people love
Or at the very least, what are their pick up lines

I learned more about Greek mythology, than Dinka mythology..
And oh, the ghost of Che follows me..
But I hardly know of any southern prodigy
Except for John Garang, hmmm, not so true probably

Because I could’ve said to him Thank You in five different languages you see..
Shukran, Thanks, Arigato, Gracias, and Merci
But only today, I learned how to say “Yin Cha Leech” five years after he passed away

“Yakh Hanak Beesh”(3)

Like when I complain if a catchy Indian song was on
Without subtitles..
But stand watching a group of Southerners singing on Harmony(4)
Without harmony, because Harmony trifles their agony
I see them dance, my third eye is not vital, but it’s able to glance
To help me enhance my identity, daydream of a day when we all live in amenity

Back to my serenity towards Secession versus Unity

I’ll find that when Khartoum is recognized as Meeting of the Rivers in the Dinka tongue
And not, The Trunk Of An Elephant(5)..
Look up the word Omdurman too, because it also is relevant
I’ll finish this January, two thousand and eleven

Otherlogy by: Ahmad M. 21.10.2010


  1. Jahili Poetry: Pre-Islamic Arabic poetry of the Arabian Peninsula.
  2. Sahaba: The companions of the Prophet Mohammed
  3. Yakh Hanak Beesh: Sudanese Arabic slang for "That's bullsh*t"
  4. Harmony: a locat Sudanese Music TV channel
  5. Trunk of An Elephant: Khartoum, in Arabic means the trunk in An Elephant (slightly pronounced Khortoum in this case), but actually it's derrived from Dinka Kir and Toum which means meeting of rivers.

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