I bring you a story from the Jungles, the Jungles of Life. A story that might seem unrealstic to many living out of these Jungles but one that we the habitants of it know quite well. My story starts on a Dark Dark night, while a thick fog lied in the air a plane was on it's way back crossing the boders of the Jungle.

12:05

"We have just crossed the borders and we are in Sudan now" announced the captain.

"we are flying over the south , my country and the country of my anncesstors, I have freed it , yes I did it, I wish my ancestors could have witnessed this day. Even though I wonder will they stick to their promise , I hope so, for everyones good" these thoughts and many others went through the vice presdents mind while he was watching the darkness outside of his window trying to see a trace in it of tha land if his people, but because of the darkness and the non-existance of electricity ther he could see nothing. But he felt his country and all of a sudden he got very hopeful that Sudan will change and devolp. And it will get to the same level as those countries he has been to, such as USA. Then another idea crossed his mind , " why were those countries helping us against our goverment, what do they want to gain. Are they going to benifit from the peace , or do they want us to stay at war. Who cares as long as this ocuntry is on the right track"

The vice president's thoughts were cyut by a sudden shake in the plane. He gave a look to one of his associates who said right away
" i will check whats going on"
The shake was back again within a few seconds, his associate was back with an expression of fear..
"the captain doesn't know whats going on, he is sending signals"
At that moment the plane shook really hard, and started landing, only this wasn't a landing planned for by the captain......



12:35
Juba Airport
"The vice presdent's plane has disappeared from all the monitors"
"Send helicopters to the last place it was seen"
"We've already sent 3 over there"
"Are you getting any signals from there?"
"no nothing"




12:40
Plane Crash Location

"We have found the plane and all including the vice president are dead.Over"
"Message recieved we will send back up immedtitly. News must be kept confidential, No media coverage until we hear from the presdential office. "
"Understood"


A few meters away:
"Hello, its me, the vice presdent is dead, plane crash , location......"



12:50

BBC
"The whereabouts of Sudan's First Vice-President John Garang are unclear after a military helicopter taking him back from Uganda failed to arrive."





3:30 am
Khartoum

Laila woke up to get ready to go to work, it was so early. But if she got up any later whe will for sure get caught up in the traffic jam. Walking to the bathroom she heard the radio from the "housh" were her father was, strange that dad should be awake at this time she thought. she went up to him and kissed him on the head and said
"dad goodmorning , what are you doing up at this time?"
"ssh laila listen to this"

"the whereabouts of Vice Presdent of Sudan is unknown up to the minute. He has been found dead yet still unnannoced to the people of Sudan."

Her dad said thats the BBC, now listen to this....
he tuned onto Mango
And they started lisenting to the songs on the broadcast
then he tuned on 94, another song, then 95...also nuthing about the news

her dad said " they still don't know about it"

"dad maybe he is stil alive how do you know he's dead? you know news can be unaccurate sometimes"

her dad shook his head " not the BBC"

her dad was an old man who lived during the time the English were in the country, and he totally beilived anything on BBC. She just took it easily and went to get ready for work. when she was on her way out her father warned her, be careful this will not be an easy day.

She shook her sholders and left in the darkness hoping she will be at work on time. Remembering the scolding she got from her boss yesterday and how he was going to take part of her salaray away. No she can't tolerate that, she was getting married soon, and needed every guinea.. She hoped she will be there on time

4:00 am

Ahmed lied down in bed thinking.
"I should really change my majour. i am not going to make it as a doctor. Its a long way and if i cross all the way and became a failure , that would be a waste of time. its really difficult to decide. I'll talk to prof. JOseph about it today"


4:20
Prof Joseph got out of bed and refreshed himself. Then he sat himself at his desk and opened on of the books. He has to finish this research before the end of this year. That was his resoltion for this year. To complete the research he was doing on aids. It was going to cause a great reaction from the medical society everywhere. He took a look at the results of the research he had conducted and thought this will help alot. He really wanted to share his findings with someone, but he knew that wasn't wise at this stage.

He looked at the clock and thought still have 3 more hours to work on it.







4:30 am
Mayo

James was back from his night job, he was exhausted. Couldn't beilive he was heading to bed. As soon as he put his head on his pillow he fell asleep with a thought on his mind, i have to be up in 4 hours to go to work. I wish today was a holiday.....Holding onto two jobs was very tiresome for him, and lately it has started to get to him, ever since he started his english course at the British council. He hardly had time to study.










5:00 am

The presednit was on his way to the RepublicPalace thinking "this is going to be one bad day








6:00am

Mubarak was wide awake thinking of his first day as a traffic policeman. He took out the instructions and started to reread them. Everyone said he was stupid and wasn't going to make it in any job. But he has proved them wrong, and his suit proves it. The bright white new suit was hanging in front of him in the cuboard. he couldn't wait to get into it. He had tried it yesterday and it had looked so good on him. He thought about the power he will have while he wore the suit. Goodbye to to the Mubarak everyone thought was weak and hello to mr. policeman. The Guy who controls the streets. He revised the traffic rules one more time before getting up to take a shower and get into his suit.

6:30 am

Sara got out of bed and stood near the edge of the roof top , where she slept with her family during the summer. A light breeze came by, and went. she sighed silently.
Sara was thinking " another day at work" sigh "will it ever get any better. I love him so much it hurts." then she reminded herself that he was a hapilly married man , and that it was wrong of her to think like that. She knows his wife, and children. she turned around and started walking towards the staircase , her eyes fell on her mum on the way. "If only I could talk to her, and tell her about my feelings towards him , maybe she can help me forget him"

Her mum looked at her without her noticing. " My daughter is going through alot, if onlyI could help her. I should make her stop working for this guy"

7:00 am

HE got out of the sofa, and went into the bathroom to wash his face. Again he had slept over at the office. His wife will be mad. Loui picked up his cell phone expecting to find alot of misscalls yet he found none. his wife must be really mad not to call. He remembered the problem Sarah caused. If he hadn't revised the file on his own he would be in jail now. That girl really can't concentrate any more. "I am deffently firing her today" he thought

7:20 am

Hamza sat down in his Amjad waiting for her to come out. Here she was. She looked right then left as usual then started to cross the road. Hamza restarted his Amjad and was at her side before someone else showed up.

"So where are you going to miss Sarah?"

"Oh Hamza, work where else" and she gave him that smile that he wanted to see everyday. The smile that made him wait for her each morning so that he can carry it with him till the rest of the day. Till he met her again by "coincedence" at 5 pm to pick her up and take her home.

Sometimes he wondered how come she never noticed this. But then again she wlays seemed to be in her own world.

7:30 am

"Goodmorning Mubarak how are you"
"goodmorning to you Laila" said mubarak into the shops phone.
"just wanted to call you to make sure everything is all right. Don't mess up this job Mubarak, for our sake" said LAila
"Don't worry" Mubarak was weraing his new suit standing in the shop. For the first time he had no intrest in talking to Laila. He just wanted to leave and show of his new suit in the streets of Khartoum.
"Are you at work now?" asked mubarak
"yes i am"
"well then you better go back to your work and let me do my thing"
laila smiled and said "goodluck, later"