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What do I do?
I have a blog
Where I go?
I go to blog
where am I?
I am in my blog
who am I?
I am a blogger
blogging is like taking medicine
blogging is peacefully struggling
blogging is living

The death of general al-Bashir...

is a solution
is a an answer
is a victory
the death of general al-Basir
will heal millions
will protect the land
will bring us back home
the death of general al-Bashir
must come
must be celebrated
must be close
the death of general al-Bashir
is not in my hands
is is going to give us back
our Sudan

the african lion and the net

years back....
I refused to down load my head
now days
I am thinking
and asking
what is going on?
the african lion
has told them of Babylon
will they?
will they, leave me alone?
I won friends
and enemies
some hate me
some love me
my words are the reason
two days
I am trying
to write words
but
somehow
the net wont let me
so
this is a message
from the African lion
through
winds of change
stop attacking my blog

winds....

winds...
rain....
again
waiting
for
the change
to come
break
your chain
sister
brother
wind of change
blowing
for you

who is almajnuun?

I am the one
the crazy one
when I was a medicine student
I had many friends
many of them
have seen my craziness
students say
doctors say
ras babi is not a normal one
he does speak strange tongues
he does know the underground books
his fits are
because
he touches things
he does not listen
he is crazy like his father

I am the one
who they tourtured
by their ignorance
the one
who says
people suffer everywhere
it is up to you
it is up to you
you can change their destiny
it is up to you
hear them
look around
and ask
who is almajnuun?
I and I and I
tell them
I am the one
one of you

General al-Bashir is not a Kushite

he must go home
he must cross the river
he is not from this land
he did naked our fathers graves

king Piye
a man by the name al-Bashir has done it
his greed for the false wealth
and his fear from us
made him
like a hen
like a toy
in China hands
are you listening
our king?
he sold them the petrol
is the dark liquid
it comes from your blood fathers
he is not one of us
he stands with the people
who pray to God
in his heart
the God knows
who
he adores
he is not a Kushite

you said you love me

i do not want to hear it again
i am not the same
things change
people do change
love stays the same
words come out of your mouth
every thing is possible in your real life
it is like a dream for me
meeting with you was my hope
it was like smelling the rain in my home
like looking at the blue sky
seeing the stars
and guessing
which ones are
you and I
we were not kids
in a moment of coming closer
you said it
as if the sentence came
out of your lips for the first time
i was silent
i was feeling hot
my mind eating you
my heart happy for you
my words refuses you
I was true
you said you love me
I said go ahead

God and Darfur

God and Darfur
God made us
God made every thing
God even made al-Bashir
God and Darfur
woman
child
man
God has a plan they say
God and Darfur
Khartoum
Madani
Omdurman
Human
Do something
say something
God of Darfur
Juba
Waw
Malakal
my people
Do something
say something
God be with Darfur
al-Obeid
Kosti
Nyala
you are not that far
Do something
say something
God and Darfur
God of Darfur
God be with Darfur
God send us an other Moises
the general is bad treating
your people
God and Darfur
what a destiny

almajnuun

I thought I am the only one...