Gabila!
Tell me where you from
‎انتي من وين؟
I’ll tell you انا من وين
I’m from a Gabila joining tribes
Yours and mine!
Gabila!
You heard of Sudan?
That’s our tribe!
That’s our Gabila!
That...is our home.

Bahri Omdurman
Kosti or Sennar
‎سودان جمعتنا as one
As a Gabila we stand!
But Gabila, how come I never heard of you?
‎انتي رباطابية ولا زغاوية؟
‎انتي هدندوية ولا من الدينكا؟
Where do you come from?

Does it matter though? Because,
Either way, I think you’re a beauty!
Either way, I admire your presence!
Either way...you look like a kandaka.
Are you a kandaka?
You are a kandaka!
I see a kandaka!
‎كنداكة سودانية
‎كنداكة شجاعة
‎كنداكة قبائلي
I’m glad I met you Gabila!


Writing by
Aseel Mohamed& Ahmed Fares

I poured a lot of drink in a cup that can only take so much!
I was too drunk to focus on the pouring, it spilt out till it was way past a glass touch!
A glass being a glass too fragile yet speechless,
Allowed me to pour and drown it away!
It never expressed, it just eased my pain
It numbed it and expected nothing in return!
But if drinking is bad and harmful,
Why do I keep pouring?
And how is my cup handling all the pouring!

I try to play you like piano tiles
Slowly, carefully hitting every key
But sometimes I speed up and skip a note
Leaving you with an open door to flee!
Shamefully, I sit aside and gloom
Expecting you to tag along and perhaps help me bloom
I expected though!
Expectations do lead to disappointments
How did I allow that?
To play myself like that?
To miss notes and fly like that?
Now you're gone!
Dead & gone!

I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the way you see them and not me!
I'm jealous of the way you spoil them and not me!
I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the air you're breathing with them...and not me!
I'm jealous of the distance that's keeping us apart!
I'm jealous!

My jealousy is superstitious,
It's way above us!
I wrote you down on a note, trying to connect with you,
But instead, I realized the distance between me and you!
Continents apart,
Oceans apart,
So far, yet everlastingly so close!

I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the years I missed out on spending with you,
I'm jealous!
I'm jealous of the times I knew I saw you as something more, but didn't say anything!
I'm jealous!
My jealousy is ridiculously overwhelming!
But to think about getting jealous of you,
Gets my soul jealous for my heart being stolen by you!
My jealousy is disappearing!

It hasn't been long since I recognized you
It hasn't been long since I opened up to you
It hasn't been long...since I appreciated you!

You were just another...thing I believed was close to me on an airmobile!
A thing that spoke with actions,
One day you're shining,
One day you're crying,
Another you're crestfallen!

There's an infinite number of people experiencing an infinite number of things in life,
And how you choose to simplify and complicate life upon me, by day and by night
1000s have expressed their emotions through people
Seeking their guidance from within
Neglecting your existence that's a win!

He writes songs to cry out
He allows his tears to flow his lyrics
For time he's been holding in a river of tears
As a man, he shouldn't be weak because
Weakness is feminine
Weakness is threatening
Weak is a man that cries!
A weak man he would be labelled...
Silencing the cacophony of judgements,
He sat down in his room and attempted to write,
His hands started shivering
His fear was a crisis happening
Little did he know, he was fighting tears from flowing!
Teardrops expressing his sadness of this world
Teardrops grasping onto his pupils fearing ridicule!
He wrote persistently
But his rhyme turned soft
And his hands were lost
Lost in translation of a pool of teary words and torn paper
It was beyond him at this point
He shed out his tears
And cried out a lifelong of tears
They will never know, he comforted himself
They will never know the pain, he confided in himself
But as the saying goes,
His actions spoke louder than his words!
He let that song cry.