Shame
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Shame

She tilted her head to the left and scrunched her nose. “Do I know you?” I replied sheepishly. Yeah, I came here a while back… “Yeees, a long time ago! I remember you, come in!” I followed her inside, and took my place in the space where her hand guided me. I sat back, and … Continue reading

A Moone Away
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A Moone Away

I’m on vacation, which I assumed was going to mean copious amounts of sleep, and long genius writing sessions – preferably atop of some green hill while the perfect musical accompaniment plays in my tiny, inspired ears. That, sadly, is not the case. Sigh. One can dream. Instead, it means watching copious amounts of TV on … Continue reading

Neurosis
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Neurosis

I have a horrible temper, which has been quite inflamed lately. I don’t use the word ‘inflamed’ haphazardly. I mean it. Anything vile and disgusting that you associate with the word ‘inflamed’ applies to my temper. It’s gross. I get heated for no reason, and there’s nothing to punch. Or break. Or stab. Mostly because … Continue reading

Four Years Later
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Four Years Later

December will mark four years since I moved back to Sudan. Four years and I am no closer to understanding the Sudanese mindset than when I arrived. Four years and I am still perplexed, still unable to fit in, still unable to ‘mainstream’. The usual struggles – making a living, the heat, the dirt, the … Continue reading

African Stories
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African Stories

I shook my head as i watched my father give in to his inquisitive urges, “where are you from? Ghana?” he asked the cashier at Carl’s Jr. “Ivory Coast”, the man replied. He was short, kind-faced, looked to be in his thirties. “Where are you from?” he asked. “Sudan”, my father replied. “Aah, le Soudan…. … Continue reading