I’m heartbroken because since the dawn of every day I see masses of citizens in front of the bakeries waiting for buying some loaf of bread to their families. This might take them two or three hours to get their bread.
I’m heartbroken because every morning, after struggling to find a seat in a minibus to go to work, I see queues of vehicles from all the directions of any petrol station waiting to get their quota of fuel. This might sometimes take a whole day.
I’m heartbroken because every morning I see thousands of people lining up near Khartoum Teaching Hospital to make COVID-19 test in to have a result which enables them travel abroad. This process might take four or five hours besides visiting the same place anther day following the same lining up to get the result.
I’m heartbroken when I see kids at the stoplights wiping the glass of the vehicles in order to get some money from the drivers. Those kids should be enjoying their holidays with their peers.
I’m heartbroken when I watch the TV and see none of our officials speaking on the air to explain their plans in overcoming the ongoing crises.
I’m heartbroken when I see the Forces of Freedom and Change figures quarrelling over nonsense issues without dealing with the outstanding issues facing the nation.
I’m heartbroken when I recognize that not even one political party presented its proposals to resolve the economic problems.
I’m heartbroken when I see our Businessmen and Employers Federation distancing itself from providing support and advice to the transitional government.
I’m heartbroken because the renowned companies in the country are busing collecting profits without giving a hand to rescue our stumbling.
It is not me alone who is heartbroken, but I ‘m sure that millions share me the same feeling.
God Bless.
