Abdul Ghani Karam Allah: “Woowind music is sad”

Sudan Events – Follow-ups

In a different way, the storyteller and writer Abdel-Ghani Karam Allah wrote explaining the Sudanese’s relationship with woodwind instruments in his farewell to the player Osama Piccolo.
“In a village of the Blue Nile state, from Upper Al-Mahas, towards the bottom of Al-Ailafoun, we were young boys, going to the fields, getting dry reeds, and making flutes. We make a tool out of corn with which to gnaw the reed. We insert it into the core of the reed and then rub it on the thigh, until the core falls out, making the reed hollow. Then we look for an old razor of my uncle’s, between the cracks in the wall and make five holes, then the “tongue” of the flute. We compete in blowing it, and we are the happiest we can be. Just blowing a long exhale, imitating the village lorry’s horn at dawn, and Haroun was the most skilled of us at playing it, and his fingers skillfully closed holes and opened others, with a melodious melody until his cheeks get swollen from blowing. The sounds of songs and mullets were planted in the heart is an indescribable feeling, as it turns the village into an intimate womb, under the dome of the merciful sky.” He said.