I struggle to write this but then again i struggle with all the swarming thoughts in my head since twenty eleven entered our lives. This year has been crucial in the sense that great accomplishments have been made in the region of the Middle East and North Africa; ‘Presidents’ have been overthrown or exiled, masses are fighting for their rights of fair representation and freedom of speech. But words cannot begin to describe the reality of what is going in Bahrain, Syria, Libya, Egypt and Tunis – the only word that come to mind however, is that they have found their voices…long lost ones.Now, to think that inspiration can awaken a sleeping population is a brilliant idea. One that is filled with optimism and hope. But hope in some places has lost its meaning and is now simply a dull distant noun.The forgotten one: Sudan
Has the Arab Spring failed to inspire? Has it failed to awaken a spirit with in the masses that took to the streets of Khartoum many years ago? Many blame the government and others do not wish to see blood but rather food on the table and others live in distant countries and pay the ‘old country’ the occasional two week courtesy visit. Yet times have changed, life has began to be too difficult and problems are not easily sweeped under the carpet.
No. People have become frustrated.You and i are frustrated by the education system, weak infrastructure, stagnant economy, the hassle one needs to endure – wasta
– to see things get done and the amount of [extra] money it will cost you to see a public service to be implemented. These are just mere topics off the top of my head, the problems are endless in Sudan. But the question is what to do or what not to do? More importantly can we do it? Do we have the will and power to bring ‘change’?These are unanswered questions that have answers. Numerous answers in fact but are never implemented because simply we tend to dismiss it as something implausible. The question however is not of the implausibility, for me at least, but rather the will to do it. I see will, hope and a shimmer of light i like to call the bright [distant] future of our beloved country. The only thing left is to roll up our sleeves and get to picking out the dirty knifing aged thieves that run our country and actually get some work done.
I leave this as my final thought for this entry but fret not, this is the first of many to come.