I remember my dad talking about a young man who worked as a labouror in the market in Karima, Alshimaliya. His father was a labouror and his grandfather before them. That was all he ever knew of life and probably all he planned on doing. And I’m pretty sure that’s what his own son will end up doing too. In Sudan, the reality of things sort of force people to try and not look beyond their immediate needs: food for the children, stronger walls and roofs for the rainy season, money for the tax man and the tuition fees, etc. Even if one were to dream about the world beyond bread and sugar, what would they see? Arabs Got Talent and Desperate Housewives. There’s not much these days that inspires people to dream about a more colourful world. But there’s always hope that this will change. Inshallah.