Sudan, remember us
I saw that documentary with some friends of mine, gathered at a local university building a couple months ago
Sudan, remember us
Key information coming up on the screen, I pulled out my phone and took a couple photos to keep note of.
Ofcourse the numbers have gotten worse since
It has always been worse
So, so many years, without even me hearing anything about it
So much tragedy, how can you stop at making just ONE documentary, where do you start, how do you ask, WHO do you ask, where do you even go?
Sudan, remember us, the people are clearly suffering, then there's the perpetrators, its so nuanced and complicated, but only so much bad stuff can happen till it becomes clear as day
Its not so complicated at all.
Its actually really simple.
Sudan, please, Sudan, please, can you, please, remember us?
All the children and the young people. Singing, speaking, rapping, smiling,
With pride, the future of the Sudanese people
Dancing, clapping, hugging, protecting, sharing,
The future of the Sudanese people
Begging to be seen
Begging to be remembered
Sudan, Remember us
Even tho it was a while ago,
I think I do remember
I think I do
I remember the art, the music, the raps, the speeches, the truth, the courage, the people, the POETRY,
I mean, THE POEMS!
"From Decmber to April" the young man speaks to the woman behind the camera
"From demeber to April, our revolution will continue"
"From December to April, we will turn our state into a garden, from Fasher to Tutin"
The young boy smiles
"Wrote wrote that poem?" Asks the person behind the camera.
The young man smiles. He slaps his own chest with pride.
Sudan, could you please remember us?
They say you need all these things to make art. That you need your basic needs met, they say art is a luxury, a privilege
Then how come a whole nation with none of those things is bursting with it?
Sudan, can you please remember us?
I remember. I remember seeing courage. Honesty bravery.
I remember seeing innocence.
A land so far away
A land ive never been
Murals and graffiti, sprayed with bullets,
Young people and kids, will be young, for eternity, because a bullet stopped them from growing up
The Elderly, so tired, restless and helpless, all alone
Sudan, remember us
I do, because I also remember the smiles
The friendships, the music
None of that should be there
In a documentary about sadness, about injustice, about war
There's kids hugging each other on the streets of Sudan, singing and dancing to to songs of revolution
Sudan, remember us
Yes, I remember
I remember all the sad and ugly stuff
But I also remember, the Sudanese people too
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