Wednesday, November 29, 2006


My trainees pose for snap in front of R T C, Khartoum.

For the last three months I was not involved with field training in my organization.

Instead, I was politely asked to do a special job.
Though a training assignment, it was a partly desk job, organizing training and co-ordination of lectures to a batch of twenty trainees from a different oil company, where their organization doesn’t have any training facility.

Our company has obliged them by sparing me for the group… well ! for a price of course !

Though I didn’t get any monitory benefits out of it, I was allowed to have with supreme facilities for my food and accommodation at Hotel Le Meridian; not that I am very comfortable with it.

As the training progressed, where all of the trainees being Sudanese fresh graduates, I developed a wonderful rapport with each of them. Though it lasted only a month, I know most of their family memebers.

It was actually the Holy month of Ramadan. I was astonished when every day at the time of breaking their fast, they fought each other to give me a grand dinner at their homes.

But all these two months and even during my vacation for almost a month, I was faced with medical problems with one of my legs that developed slight calcium deposit. It was so painful that I had to be under medical care and that deprived me from enjoying a few days in one of the most beautiful hill stations.

After two long months now, I am again at my desk at the field training facility, which I come realize lately, that I missed so very dearly.
I was even practically out of touch with my backyard and the nature around me while I was on my vacation due to my leg being painful.

I am sharing two pictures of my group of trainees at Khartoum, the capital of Sudan.

Khartoum is a very old city where you have the famous twin rivers, Blue Nile and White Nile that joins at a place called Omdurman.

Omdurman is historically famous for the great Battle of Omdurman.


Saturday, November 25, 2006

Fast as a dart

Days and months pass on… so crazy…so fast
with bullet like speed, as it goes on a feast

dreams aren’t swift, so I gave up all dreams
so harsh this life that I just gave up all whims

slow down I cry… Can't you slow down this cart ?
faster and swifter it leaps like a dart
so mean the driver; a devil from the start
heedless, he drives like a butcher at heart

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Here is another tag

I don’t like tags as a matter of fact because I am not a real writer like Mathew who can make us smile with every word he writes or like mindinside who can write a poem about anything under the sky as easily as you breathe.

I dislike them because they tagged me knowing that I don’t enjoy tags.

But then you see… I like them more than I dislike them, because I enjoy what they write.
So here, I am thanking them instead...not with a very happy face .LOL

Remembering the past is a joy for many. The glimpses of scenes of our childhood from the age of five, are some thing all cherish.
To some it brings in sad memories too

It goes a long way back when a baby boy was born at home, as was the custom and privilege of the rich and the powerful; with Doctors present all around him.
His mom refused all attempts to conduct a surgery when it was late, and he was out late for a day and a half.

Yes, that was a story of a hearsay.
What you need is about my childhood in my words.

Let me remember what I miss, what I missed and what I disliked those times.
Writing it by adding numbers or by priority doesn’t seem to work with me. So here it is :

What I miss

The long walks I used to do in the woods, with my mom’s strong hands clasping around my fingers, where as; she sings with her actions, to the river & plants around her.

The time I spend on her lap while she sits in the rocking chair in the verandah with flower shrubs smiling at me.

My grandma who taught me how to milk a cow with bare hands and I was delighted beyond words, when she told me to drink it direct, as it is hygienic with out a touch.

The lone mongoose that seemed to shun company but always promptly arrived at my window to eat the bread crumbs and boiled egg I kept there, and before leaving… shitting all over my window panes. Haha !
But I also killed it accidentally on a fine Sunday morning, while I sat on my chair in the portico…sitting right on top of my dear friend.
I got up in an instant, but it was too late. I couldn’t save him.

The tender mussels my mom used to make everyday when I was small.

My mom’s maid when she was small, and when she was my only companion (though she is alive, I don’t miss her now)

My dear friend Henry (he died in the bush war) who became husband to my mom’s maid.
He taught to me how to kill with bare hands in case I am cornered, taught me how to hunt and how to skin animals with bare hands and who made me an expert with African blow gun. He even taught me how to make one with wild reeds.

I miss, Igasususi mellow, an African fish curry, which is an all time Nigerian fish delicacy, taken along with Gary; the Nigerian national food made from Cassava (tapioca)

What I disliked

The loneliness I had in those times when I was protected against abduction… as I was allowed very very few friends

Though I liked to cry when I feel neglected, as a child, I disliked seeing someone else crying and I continue this as of today.

I hated the way black children were treated …even now.
I hated the colour of my skin when I realized that I am not dark skinned like my Mum.

I dislike the people who treat blacks like a piece of shit, after looting and enjoying their wealth and enslaving them with muscle power.
I felt that they even erased the history of the black people and I still feel this way.

I hated to go back to boarding school after the vacations, seeing my mom’s eyes full.

Is all I want to remember!
Is all I like to remember!

Friday, November 10, 2006


With due apolagies to mathew for the delay in taking up his tag.

Deep set my thoughts, my love
so strong,
my mind chanting, your words alone
my song,

let your feelings echo stronger, harder
to steel
for it is my healing, the only
I feel