This is dedicated to the guy who called me ‘3awaleeg’. For those of you who don’t know the story, my last blog was about my observations while chillaxing in the ‘main’ in Khartoum University college of medicine. These observations were comments about college students in general, but happened to be ‘observed’ in the U of […]
Today I went to the faculty of medicine at Khartoum University to meet a couple of people. I ended up waiting for about 45 minutes, during which I sat under a tree observing my surroundings, remembering my own college days (not so very long ago *cough*) and comparing. The overall look of things was shabby,
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This applies to those returning from 3 years or more of working abroad and who wish to bring a car that is not a model of the same year. To do the above you will need the following: 1. A copy of your passport that shows proof of you having worked for at least 3
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Last night I went out to dinner with Bridgette and the girls as a sort of farewell thing. I don’t usually go into the whole girls-night-out-group-photo thing because its kind of lame kida, especially stopping someone and asking them to take our photo. Anyway, our waiter was some short Egyptian dude with curly hair whom
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Dear MamaI shouldn’t be waiting for Mother’s Day to say all this, but, being the thankless childrenthat we are, I did. I cannot begin to imagine the nightmare of motherhood thatyou had lived with 6 children, one of which was myself. An ugly child, a loud-mouthedand rebellious teenager, and moody, nagging, volatile and hot tempered
Apparently, a divorce is the thing to get these days. Everyone’s getting it, so why not us? And, it’s so easy to get that there’s no minimum requirement: you could be married 6 months, 6 years, 6 minutes, doesn’t matter. In the past 2 years I have heard of around 10 weddings of close friends
One ofthe things that irritate me to no end is the increasing age difference betweenme and the young married women wishing me the good luck of being in ‘my ownhouse’ next Eid; me being much, much older. I see the look of pity on theirfaces as they take in my ring-less fingers and henna-less feet,
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How do I describe it? You have been there every step of the way. You have been my only support when I was abandoned by all and loved by noone. You have been the answer to my prayers and the balm on my wounds. You havetaken me by the hand and guided me through the
Isn’t it the most irritating thing when you wake up to the reality that things are actually nothing like you thought they were, and that, deep down inside you knew that all along? You suddenly realise that the uneasy feeling of things not being quite right was true. And you also realise that that feeling
Ibrahim jumps off and Abbashar slows to a stop again, as a woman waddles up behind the bus, a 4×4 carrying roughly 200 shopping bags and dragging a long line of kids with ice creams behind her. She roughly pushes Ibrahim out of the way to get on. If students are every bus driver and
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