Remember I told you once that I was born in Sudan and I haven’t been there since I was like 3!.
So am always dreaming that am on a journey to Sudan and I imagine all the bright coloured Kitenges (African designed pieces of cloth for wrapping), Henna decorated hands, pierced nose, and neatly plaited cornrows. I have so many imaginations about Sudan created by memories of how my mum used to dress, the smell of her perfume, the spices she had in her kitchen and the mesmarising stories my dad always narrates to my sister and me and the momments I think of my friend Aisha and her pride in being called Ali from Sudan.

