Sudanized

Sudan times

Hey, you are flying to Sudan tomorrow, declares my boss.

But sir, my home is here, I belong here, was my reply.

Had been through the pain of being away from my folks,

This meant, the pain I knew will wield its black sword.

How long will I be away from my folks, I wished to ask.

How long is the engagement, is all that I did ask.

Buddy, it is for a month and no longer, he said

And I knew, the month will be longer than a lifetime.

Ascended hoping I will ring the doorbell to my home in a month.

Facebook teased me, asking me my current location.

Reluctant, I persisted and told myself nothing has changed

Not knowing that fate had unapproved plans laid out.

The month closed in and my boss called in,

Buddy, we have to extend your stay, are you OK?

Nope, I have to blow a kiss to my love I miss, I wished to say.

Yes and an agonizing OK, is all that I did say.

Little did I see what was coming my way?

Retired to the fact that I am here to stay,

I knew I had to survive March, April and May.

The summer with no one along to play.

A thought crossed my mind, one in a myriad.

Should open up to the idea of living it up in Sudan,

Decided to make the hot summer merry n more

And take home something to remember Sudan by.

Desperate for company, head out hunting for friends.

Realizing, they are not easy to spot and befriend.

Stumbled upon a group of mixed expressions,

Them, I grew up to consider my conquest of friends.  

 

Life took a turn and smiling faces J kept rolling in,

Buzzing with energy and conversations over cups of coffee,

German guest house, dine outs and the Late night movies,

Football with kids and badminton amidst summer heat.

Generous kinds I met made the mistake of feeding me once.

Followed by invites to warm dinners fed with unlimited love.

Flooded with euphoria and friends who made me belong

And we floated into the orange Nile sunset with a song. 

Time is upon me to go back home to my mom n love.

Wished for something to remember Sudan by,

Got a phase to cherish and memories to live by,

Erasing the Sudan I would have lived to regret otherwise.

As cliché as it might be, I will miss this time and glee,

But for my mighty army of friends, it would not be thee.

Promising to stay in touch however far we may be,

Waiting to be home where my heart has always been.

Hope not to be missed and you will never let me,

As what is life with no friends to bug me? J

 

Cheers to our friendship and the good times we shared

And this land I will fondly remember with friends I shared.  

Keep bugging; Keep smiling; be nice and keep it simple.