Khartoum of the NIF
-A Diary-
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Once a Captain announces with delight
Safty measures to land a peaceful flight,
The Airbus rocks like flapping fast
Over-coming winds losing height.
First intuitions crop up straight
Obstructing eagerness to sight...
There, an irritated gin changes its plight
Gathering momentum for senseless flight,
Thus provoking worry, fear and doubt !
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Oh ! What is it !
What really could it be...what ?
Here inside the plane, intact...
All passengers belt-up and quiet,
Hostesses up and down, so elegant,
Rosy smiles flush rare lively lights
Here, there,aaah, gentle and smart
And so is the flight...
No problem, no, nothing to cite,
But, I tell you what...
Toes start numbing cold and sweet,
Perhaps an uncommon mishape or guilt
Happened or happening on the street;
To be exact...
I see our people muddled in the dust
Some where down over there !
Oh, damned it...
Could it be how one may sense demons
Spread woes on such a hopeful land...!?
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An other curious peep out side the plane
Could visualise our great Niles converging
Deeply concerned,
Assessing pros-and-cons of a calamity
Like highly respected prudent elders
Mistreated by a gang of prodigal sons,
Though clearly generous
As they have ever been
Through ages that have us here !
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First “modern” extensions show up:
Life-less sepricurs amidth shanty townships
Here, there and there,
Dim like a ground dull and broken
Swallowing rays from a drowsy sun,
Towered by climbing smokes, sullen,
Of over-growing social refuse
From a city loll in deepening mourns:
Pooh ! Brakeages, fragments, carcasses…,
Contaminating cultural debris scattered
Here, there and there…!
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As the Airbus touches carefully
On the simmering ground,
Thunderous rattling suddenly flare…,
Groans like-wise rise
Into mad deafening roars;
Woe ! You feel the anger, feel it…,
Disapprovingly pulling up, up,
Exposing beyond doubt
Pitiful sentiments, sadness or distress
Even machines do express sometimes !
When it turns around staggering
Waging its fins
Like a celebrated model sailing astray,
Drowsy, on the cat-walk missing the way,
The Airbus sounds though murmuring:
“Oh, Duty, Duty…,
You are the one who flew me here”!
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The great Airbus taxes cautiously,
Slowly,
Stealthy,
Obviously ‘mindful’ and ‘careful’
Not to break or beard
Any old or new
NIF ‘Islamic’ air traffic laws,
Because that Khartoum of the NIF
Is no part of this veery world we know,
But another galaxy beyond Milky Way,
Ages far, far below
And any lingering beard
On a ‘duty-free-shopping’ spree
Who might be
Or may just feel like a judge
Possessed by wild demon’s flares,
May yell in the name of the Prophet
The way an insincere desperado
At the verge of divorce
Would cling onto a cork of lies,
Foams, jumping up and down…,
Swears to use force for thrice or more,
Digs a puny hand into a stained pocket
Producing queer sentences there…,
Peerhaps renaming the Airbus,
Say, ‘Their al-Ababiel’
Or instantly flogging some guests
For any reeking wine taken in Rome
Flat on the glowing terminal in June,
Just like that,
According to atmosphere and mood
Dictated by a blind misguided ‘Jihaad’ !
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Then passengers disembark normally
One by one, each after the other,
Into a real political oven !
The first to shaw up or rush in,
Drying aggressive silhouettes pale,
Grim and grey
Hiding in beards, thick and shabby,
Puzzling arrivals
Turn around growing worries…,
Wheeziness and dizziness start
While some venture to stammer whispers
And earnestly inquire
About place, age and time,
Why, stern and stubborn, why ?
Almost in uniform, why ?
Lower lips enveloped into upper, why ?
Why really, why ?
Oh, My goodness…,
What a welcome !
Who isulted them…?
What spurred the fellows…!
Who teased them all at once…!
Who, who dis-dis-disturbed ?
Who really, what and why ?
I am a citizen…or, or what ?
Now, my dear…,
I remember every advice so clear,
But some heads could be so thick
And into dragon’s den even walk
Without at least carrying a stick !
So you really wonder,
Wonder and check yourself, perhaps…,
But, no really, but why ?
Oh, The sweet aroma of the virgin land
That keeps people uniquely friendly,
Hilarious, harmonious and jolly,
Seems to have migrated in a hurry
The day the NIF and the like on us
That hellish breath of Hiroshima sprayed !
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The first they inquire thoroughly
Just by looking only
At any national arriving instantly:
“Any ‘blessed’ recommendation, any
From any ‘special branch’ abroad, any ?
Garang the uncompromising Chief Rebel,
Parasitic apostate opposition in refuge,
Spying communistic Human Rights,
Did you ever meet any, any, any ?
Did you ever encounter their liflets ?
Their God-damned literature, any ?
Satanic Verses or magazines,
Alcohol openly in bars and pubs,
Infidel females flat in flats,
Pork grilled in restaurants or parks,
Obscene films in playboy nude clubs,
Any, any, any ? Did you, ha ? Did you…?
They look you up down-wards, down up-wards
Scanning, sniffing, snarling
Like hounds about to spring on the guests
Before masters hurry in to halt !
Then comes in the other quarrel:
Thugs dig into luggage at will,
Gifts fly anyhow in a horrible drill
Till you almost break down or shrill !
Once properly filtered, feel wet,
Oh, first genuine ventilating sweat,
Really nice, smooth, amazingly sweet
Since still standing on your feet
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Out-side the airport,
Yellow taxis like yellow-fever wait,
Fictive fairs take home straight
Or collect in a pick-up, if not,
Then on foot
At once home-wards trot !
The first people ask for is simply
And earnestly
A piece of soap if any,
Yes, mere soap, carbolic or laundry
Because of dirt, dirt every where,
Garbage moving, bearded flies so many !
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The first relative to hug
Supplicates on your behalf
Into your shrieking ears:
“Oh God ! What really happened !
Were you deported, honey ?”
The first brave colleague to meet
Rubs his hands astonished:
“Oooh ! Who is that ! Whooo is that !?
Really unbelievable, you, don’t tell me…,
What brings you home so quick, silly ?”
But there you are…,
Sweetness of home however poor,
Is ever magnetic and attractive
And could sometimes blindly induce
To swallow disappointments even,
Cover them tactically
With soft candid cheerfulness
Though divided, as it seems to be,
Partly seriousness or genuineness,
Partly deepening sadness,
Or real sympathy
Clearly with others
Or solidarity with one’s own self,
While in actual fact,
An embittered heart though beating fast
Starts to clot any way !
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On the way home since not apprehended,
The first large gathering to reach,
If not a queue matching the road,
Then it must be communal funeral
Or a memorial service for a dead ‘mujahid’,
Who must have definitely perished
Somewhere in the east or far in the south
Grafted or mesmerised by ‘Jihaad’,
Advancing side by side,
Retreating hand in hand
Or perhaps fleeing tail in tail
With monkeys
And a bunch of degenerated intellectuals ther,
Whenever attempting to subdue our hope…,
Our invincible resolve to be free !
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Yes, my dear…,
That is Khartoum of the NIF:
Ask for social justice, apostate,
Struggle against injustice, infidel,
Demand for democracy, atheist,
Work for human rights, communist,
Build a church, imperialist,
Talk truth, dangerous spy,
Advocate peace, surrender;
So continues the war,
So continues those multiplying funerals
Clearly distinguishable
By sugar concentration in their tea !
My dear, who else but a Turabist can dare
Robbing our children’s milk and grain,
Who else but a devil’s disciple
Can attempt to suck or drain the rain
In the name of God !?
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Yet in those politicised funerals,
The first bitter point to note
With deepening dismay
Are the incredible satanic wishes
Collectively shared by all,
Fat or thin, short or tall
And thus do NIF fundamentalists pray:
“Oh God, the most Merciful,
The Omnipotent,
Bring your great fires oh God,
Burn the rebels into useless ashes;
Amin…!
Drawn them all,
Oh most Compassionate…,
Their wives, children and supporters;
Amin…!
Oh Lord, Master of all,
Throw on them untold horrors;
Amin…!
Spread plagues on them, oh God,
Spread famine and AIDS by day
On those wretched infidels;
Amin…!
Lord, finish them quickly,
So none can hide or escape
To the UN or human rights agencies
In the countries of heathens;
Amin…!
Cut their legs, Lord,
Cripple their senses, crush their eyes,
Dismember their twiggy limbs
So none can resort to any agency
Of imperialism and atheism;
Amin…!
Oh God the Almighty…,
Finish their apostate leaders,
Amin…!
Their sympathisers wherever;
Amin…!
Finish the fifth columnists;
Amin…!
Change all the governments
That give them support,
All, all oh most Merciful;
Amin…!
Topple them from Pretoria to Tripoli;
Amin…!
From Dar-es-Salam to Dakar…,
Amin…!
Lord, blow up that Kenesett of Zionism,
The Buckingham Palace, the White House,
Crush them Lord,
Destroy them all
From sun-rise to sun-set;
Amin…!
Oh Lord,
Bless our late brother the “Mujaahid”,
Who fell in the first line fighting
Defending the country of the faithful;
Amin…!
Dwell him among the Saints and Prophets,
In Your ever-lasting peace in Heaven…,
Amin…!
Lord, today we celebrate his wedding
To the beauteous mermaid in Heaven…,
So shall his eternal honeymoon be sweet,
Amin…!
Lord, strengthen our unity…,
Amin…!
Lord, concretise our ability;
Amin…!
Impose our credibility,
Amin…!
Lift us beyond probability;
Amin…!
Lord, bless us your slaves in ‘Jihaad’;
Amin…!
Lord, protect those we infiltrate into Africa,
To the International Trade Centre,
To Somalaia,
To Uganda,
To Bosnia,
To Afghanistan,
To Algeria,
To Palestine,
To Chechnya,
To Kenya through Mombasa,
Let us subdue infidels over ther, Lord,
And ‘purify’ the world for ‘Mumineen’ !
Amin..!
God bless our great leaders,
Messengers of Your ever-lasting truth:
Sheikh Omer,
Sheikh Turabi,
Sheikh Zindani,
Sheikh Al-Abbasi…,
Give them ‘wisdom’ and wealth…;
Amin…!
Give them courage and health…;
Amin…!
Grant them power to destroy infidels;
Amin…!
Increase their wits to master their tricks;
Amin…!
Guide their thinking, Lord
To destroy every book red, blue or green,
Amin…!
Grant them success to lead us now
And far beyond those international boarders
To the countries of infidels;
Amin…!
God, bless this great country, The Sudan,
Where the greatness of Your Word
Shall ever glow to ‘illuminate’ the world
Through our sustainable relentless ‘Jihaad’;
Amin…!
We ask you,
Oh most Compassionate,
We your ‘mujaahideen’ till the Day…,
Bless us, oh Master of the Universe !
“Aaaammiiiiiinn”!!
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Oh ! My dear brother…,
So do they solemnly pray,
So do they sincerely bray…,
No wishes ever to foster brotherhood,
No wishes for love,
Never prayers for peace,
No forgiveness,
No reconciliation…,
No garden for roses
No place for flowers
Never a never for never;
All the ruthlessness in the name of God,
In the mosques,
In the streets,
In the buses,
In the factories,
In parties,
In schools,
In hospitals,
In every walk of life
Deep into funerals…,
Oh, wonders, what a culture !
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Still on your way home my dear,
If a gathering be meanering queue
In front of a building, any building
Tall, low or small,
Modern or old,
A mud-house, a villa or mosque
Guarded by a grim ‘mujahid’,
Then, aahaaa…,
That could be a “Five Star” ghost-house,
Some charcoal rationing
Or definitely some UN sponsored grace,
The very UN of imperialism
Or a parasitic ‘Islamic’ relief organ
Distributing oil, flour or sorghum
Taken over from an ‘infidel’ NGO
Through what they call ‘twining’ !
NIF rations almost every thing
And if they are to continue,
People say, they shall disseminate famine
And ration empty sacks for coffins !
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Yes, my dear…,
And if it so happens that a faithful
Retires into a near-by mosque
Any time be it night or day
To ask Providence to open a way
Or dispel some suspicions away,
The first preaching flying stray
To get right away,
Is clearly and simply
A naked one-eyed political sway
Forcefully infused into faith crude and dry
The Religion almost to Heaven fly…,
Just get hypnotised, nothing to do or try;
So does an institutionalised madness lead blindly
To the ultimate deadful decay !
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Covered by twilight at home happy
Receiving long departed beloved,
The first serious advice after prayers:
“Hoi, Hoooi ! Look here…,
Here…, here, no free press;
You talk free,
They press free…,
The first maxim to note…,
Never tell the truth,
Never disbelieve any beard around,
But for cooler atmosphere, my friend,
Spread colourful smiles thankfully
To any roaming beard you meet
Bruise your forehead black
Or dye it with hennah dark and thick
To qualify you for a VIP handshake.
Stick a rosary into your hands
Whenever stressing a point…,
Carry a million curse in your lips
For any person who urinates standing
And a trillion more curses
For those who mix up with females
On public benches, especially in the buses;
Keep muttering the name of God
Whenever you are out to cheat a fool,
Bury the truth in your stomach deep,
Whenever considering a point !
Then sit up concerned and inquire
Though with some what heavy head
Dug into your trembling hands:
“So, how are things in general ?”
General…! General who…?
“Oh, sorry, excuse me please,
I mean the situation, not…not…”
“Aaahhaaaaa….!
The first news to conquer your ears
Is no fiction but the truth my dear,
Truth that demands offering lives for free !