SOMALILAND: The Last Song

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A Civil War Leaves A Country With Three Armies

We Don’t Want A Brother From Another Mother.

Yusuf-DeyrReading the desperate face of the layman on the street is my favourite book.  Using his tongue as a pen inked with twisted tears, deep, deep from his heart.  As we share and have many things in common.  That is why his agony and scream shivers my spine.  His coughing and sneezing opens my eyes to see, and entices my brain to visualize.  Then I noose around and apply all my senses to snoop.  Acting as a whistle blower and a canary in a coal mine.  My hang about  are those shacks in the shantytown built along the streets of our towns, which are the dwelling places of the peasants and the poor.  Where those devoted but helpless mothers sell a cup of tea and a loaf of bread to those barefooted peasants under the harassment of the Tax – Collectors of the municipality.

These are where I get my feedback.  They are called locally in Somali language ( Bay Bay ), but I call it the Beehive.   Because, there you can find the true image and picture, feelings, wisdom, metaphor, joy, pain, backlash and the reaction of the dish  of the day, good or bad.  The true impact of the society; politically, socially and economically.  If I set aside all negativity,  and redeem all sins.  Still, I smell blood in the water.  We have fallen a prey to the teeth – grip of some wicked, heartless interest – group that are  eating with both hands.  Ignorant elements that are trying to mess up both.

Our arrival at the Earth planet, and our departure to heaven.  All their intention is to get rich on our behalf, and to rip off,  all our rights, identity, aspirations, inspirations, and faith without our consent.  Wearing ear – rings and the gown of the Mother – In – Law from hell ; in the belief that it will blind the eye – sight of the masses.  We are conquered by a cunning fox with a dual citizenship.  who carries in his pocket a federalist pin – code, as well as a sovereignty ID Card.   Hungry for revenge and retaliation.  Mr.Silanyo, thank you for the logo of your Kulmiye – Party,  which is shaking hands with Mogadishu.   Thank you for your  startling revelations of  terrorizing the Hubal Newspapers, Ogaal, Hatuf, local TVs  stations and all the media indiscriminately.

With the intention of putting a gag in their mouths.  Suppressing the media and the press; while authorising those ignorant chiefs and sultans to manifest their tribal muscles and demands on the National TV.  Plus the nomination of some loyal judges to your ill – ruling that are always loyal to your personality – cults, motives, kick backs and money laundering.   Mr.Silanyo,  in the new World of the Internet; where there is no walls and fences; who needs windows and gates?  Instead of forwarding well cherished opinions, and fruitful ideas;  to uplift our hope and aspirations.  You are always stamping out dirty words through dirty mouths.  Dear country men, we are conquered by wild mosquitoes hungry for pain and blood.

A fox has a hole, a bird has a net, but the son of Somaliland has nowhere to lay his head.   Mr.Silanyo, I assure you that you will never be happier, even if you achieve all those goals, and free yourself from the constant greed and poverty that you are always encountered with.  You will always be engaged in seeking more of this or that.  Because, money can’t buy you friends, but it will make you a better class of enemy.

Abaayo Cabdiyo, what you used to be before the Military Revolution of Siyad Bare? ”  Me, I used to be a Sharmuto ( a Whore ). ”  And now what you are? ‘  Now, I am a judisho  ( a Judge  ).   Dear reader, this is the kind of mentality and culture that demands and claims the annexation of the territories of Somaliland.  And there is no a single politician in Somaliland with the exception of Faysal Ali Warabe who has the guts to  respond to them.  All we have is the next time, after  we are swallowed into oblivion.

Professor Ismail Bubba my mentor and my alma mater, with all my respect and esteem,  let me ask you this simple question.   If a barren woman delivers a beautiful baby boy by a miracle,  and after four days the baby passes away.   Will she arrange a condolence ceremony or a happy birth day party?   Professor Ismail, If you are willing to forget the scream – crying of your wife and the weeping shed tears across her cheeks at the Somali Embassy in Cairo.   If you are ignoring your fast heartbeats as well as your sacrifice with bone and blood and that beads of sweat that drenched your hair and face. If you are throwing in the dust – pin; the suicide mission and sacrifice of those nationalist doctors, Government employees,  teachers, and students of UFO group who had lit the first flame of our uprising and painful struggle.  If you are underestimating the sobbing of those virtuous mothers who are now under mental distress after they have been raped by those alien enemy of the old Vampire.  If you are giving a blind eye to the bloody tears of those virgin girls  that have been terrorized by rape and sexual abuse,  as a punishment for their conformability  to ethical, moral principles and due to their ethnicity.  If you are giving deaf ears to the whimpering and whining of the wounded martyrs of our freedom.  If you have forgotten the blubbering loud crying of the kids and babies.   If you have erased from your memory the helpless snivelling and the bleeding limbs of the injured civilians.    If you have no sympathy for the innocent mass – graves, destroyed Towns and homes, the air raid of the Jet Fighters and the military planes that bombed it’s own towns and civilians.   Plus thousands of cripples that are stranded now helplessly in all towns,  holding hand in chin.   If you have no sympathy for the lost dreams of the young generation at that time;  the destruction of their homes and the looting of their belongings.  But me, I made a vow,  to forgive but never  forget.

The blood is not dry yet and the bruises are not healed.   Mr. Bubba, they say that finishing second in Olympics gets you sliver, but finishing second in politics gets you oblivion.   I am sorry to hear that you are promoting 26th June as the most memorial day in our history and seconded by 18th May.  As an excuse that it will facilitate the recognition of Somaliland.

They also say that you may die twice.  One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on,  when somebody says your name for the last time.  Arguing is our love now, my opiate that eases my pain and at the end will result, the oblivion of my ordeal.  No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim; there are something we can never assign to oblivion.  That nightmare and bad memories we can never rub away.    We will forgive but we will never forget our dark days of doom and gloom.  We will narrate and pass it from generation to generation to come.   We had tasted heartaches, heartbreaks, bloody tears and Hell – Fire in this age and time.  Now, we know better and will never lie to ourselves again.   18th May holds the worst and the best memories of our life.  They gave us enough woe within the numbered days and they proved to the World that we,  as Somalilanders ;  that we are an enclave, who are totally different and distinct from the Italian Colony in Mogadishu;  culturally, intellectually, socially and politically.  Dear Somalilanders,  every fool knows that we are a unique entity that have nothing in common with  those Tartars in Mogadishu.   And we are very grateful to them, for proofing that concept; and that we are two different breeds;  to the civilized World.   Professor Ismail, 18th May is the dividing line between the devils deeds and the angels deeds, between what is right and what is wrong, between terrorists Army evil deeds and the war – ethics of the freedom fighters.  18th May is the Icon of peace, reconciliation, tranquility, tolerance, forgiveness and the Emblem of brotherhood and  friendship.   It is the day that we had broken the shackles of slavery and humiliation; sorted out our difference as Somalilanders;  proofed our tolerance to one another, replaced hatred with love and started to breathe again, the breeze of freedom and liberty.  Because in woe, we have learned to love and never to fear.   We have learned from our ordeal that everybody needs beauty as well as bread,  a place to play and a place to pray in.  Where nature may heal and cheer, and give strength to body and soul.  Dear Somalilander, don’t let argument of expedience persuade you.  That is the slow road to oblivion.

That is the tortured path to undoing step by step, bit by bit; until we drink ourselves into oblivion.   Let every foe or friend know that we will never let the meaning of our love,  to be a light escape to the darkness  of nothingness and to oblivion.    Professor Ismail and professor Samater, are you trying to convince us that the Lily – White man who can detect the needle in the ocean, has no a clue that we were a British Colony and we used to be called, Somaliland protectorate?   And we got our independence on 26th June 1960.   My respected Professors, put the shoe on the right foot.  It is up to you, how you will brainwash the  mind of that twenty five years old boy whom his mother and sister were raped in front  of him and his father was murdered at their backyard by men with the military uniform.   Professor Samater, you were expected to introduce new issues that will bind us together as a family, not what divides us.

Dear Somalilander, when you wake up in the morning, you have two choices.  You can either be  a positive or a negative;  an optimist or a pessimist.  It is all a matter of your perspective.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, or a literary dogma; we become automatons.  We cease to grow.   Life is a crazy ride, and nothing is guaranteed.   But the good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge.  Life is a song, sing it.  Life is a game, play it.   Life is a challenge, meet it.  Life is a sacrifice, offer it.   Life is love, enjoy it.   Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.   Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow.   Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.   Let reality be reality.  You have to believe that everything that we do;  and everyone that we meet is put in our path for a purpose.  There are no accidents; we are all teachers, if we are willing to pay attention to the lessons that we have learned.  We have to trust our positive instincts and not to be afraid to take risks, or wait for some miracle to come knocking at the door.   Don’t watch the clock; do what it does.  Keep going, keep eyes on the stars and feet on the ground.   Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.

Correction does much, but encouragement does more.  Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.   Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones;  you will start having positive results.  You cannot have a positive life and a negative mind as a package.   Free yourself from the negative mind.    Mr. Silanyo, you cannot blame gravity for falling in love with our arch enemies.  falling in love with  President Omer Geele, the man with the multiple personality and that timid, naive president, called Sharif Hassan;  who is protected from his own people by foreign troops and yet is claiming the jurisdiction of Somaliland.  president Omer Geele, if you are an onion with many layers; we are chameleons if we have to.   Dear Somalilander, for how long we will break our sword with our knees and sue for peace?  Mr. Silanyo, If you truly believe in love, why you don’t give a hug and a kiss to your people in Sool and Sanaag?   That stigma and shame in Jibouti , will follow you forever, even into the grave.   Sir, too much argument  kills a chat.  No man has a good enough memory to be a successful liar.

I love your deadlines and I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.  Dear Somalilander, our castle is threatened from the interior and we are our own enemy.  Mr. Silanyo, there is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred, there is no snare like a folly and there is torrent like greed.   The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential.  These are the keys that will unlock the doors  to personal excellence and the recognition of Somaliland.  Mr. Silanyo,  but you had proofed that you are nothing but the death and coffin  of hope.   In short, the fly knows the milk – man.   Dear reader, if Somalia had an ugly and a black history;  we are that helpless star being sucked into oblivion.  Dear reader, I am not introducing hate and atrocity, but our Prophet Mohamed, peace and bless upon him said.   ”  If you are a true believer in Islam, you won’t be stung in the same hole twice. ”   And I believe much that protection is better than cure.  Enough is enough. Dear Somalilander, everyone of you must put the picture and the events of our ordeal in his Rom – Memory, not on his Ram – Memory.  It is a must duty for all of us, prince or peasant.   Remember that !   Tribalism is the only symptom of our killing disease and it is the weapon used by the losers.

Dear Somalilander, In the coming days and months we should be concerned about thinking  of the coming future.   Because  we will have to spend the rest of our lives there.  The past can’t see us, but the future is listening.  If you hear this message, wherever you  stand and regardless to which party you belong.   I am calling every woman and every man aging in between eighteen to forty years.  You are the future generation  of this country, (  Somaliland ) and this cause is your own cause.   You can’t afford to wait another five years to live in the dark while you are  feeling thirsty, hungry and barefooted.  We can’t wait  for the future that will start tomorrow;  and we are already too late.   All what we must do when making our choice,  and in decision making to whom we vote.

Free yourself from the shackles and the blackmailing of the Mother – In – Law from hell, consultation is permissive, but be independent from friend’s recommendations.  Use your own judgment.  Never believe the empty promises of all politicians; because all will talk about empty promises of honey and milk.  English people say, leave big words and empty promises for great politicians.   Just look sharply and gaze steadily their  faces, read  and hunt in their hearts, not their lips.  Watch deeply with a magnifying microscope and a  CT- Scan as perfect as possible, and at your best.   Screen print their background, their beneficial contribution to the society in the past, and read clearly their biography.   But be far away from hearsay, bias or prejudice.    Be impartial and sincere with all your heart.   See the future clearly by yourself and don’t let it to be dictated by others;  like the past or the present.    Remember!   Tomorrow is fresh with no mistakes in it.  Then pull up the trigger and shoot your target sharply with no error or mistakes.   Dear reader, as an old dog  whom his boat  had wrecked several times and a hard luck  survival.   I am not here to dictate for you what to do to your destiny and future prospects.    But  I am here to give you some clips of what I know due to my experience.

First and for all, bear in mind that politicians and diapers should  be changed frequently and all for the same reason.  There are many men of principles in all three parties of Somaliland, but there is no a party of principle.   We all like to vote for the best man, but he is never being  a candidate.   We need a political leader who can skate perfectly in the ice, take the shortest route to the puck, hustle his opponent, out run, out dance and shoot.

Charles de Gaulle said, in order to become the masters, the politicians poses or pretends  as the servant.    Nikita Khurshchev said, politicians are the same all over.  They promise to build a bridge even when there is no river.   Politics is the art  of looking for a trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.   Dear reader,  I think it is time to vote for parliamentarians  with boobs after  we have  been failed in voting long enough for parliamentarians  with breasts.  I think the reason why there are so few female politicians is that; it is too much trouble to put a makeup on two faces.  But remember ! If our girls want to participate in politics.  They have to stand the heat of the painful criticism like the Western girl.  Because in politics, there is in no privilege for the Mother – In – Law or the Sister – In – Law, according to our culture.

Otherwise, they have to stay at home and look after k the kids.   Dear reader, an election is coming.   Universal peace and fair deal election was declared by the Silanyo Government.   The  foxes have claimed openly;  a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.   Though Mr. Silanyo believes that nationalism is a silly cock crowing on it’s dunghill, and patriotism is a kind of religion that it’s egg from which all wars are hatched.   And the Kulmiye Party believes that politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and receiving campaign funds from the rich;  by promising to protect each from the other.  They say that they are beefing up our economy, while most of them don’t know beef from pork.   Dear reader, in Somaliland, those who are smart enough  to engage in politics are punished by being governed by those who are dumber.   Remember!  Tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes in it.  See the future clearly and don’t let it to be like the past or the present.  Write your own autobiography in advance with no mistakes.

Chairman Abdirahman Mohamed Abdillahi, today is the day for the complaining to end and for statesmanship to begin.   Someone has to stand up firmly and say.  The recognition of Somaliland is an obligatory, a holy assignment and a must duty.  Somebody that strains every nerve, knocks every door, addresses any entity of power or interest,  regenerate, and re-establish the lost friendship and build back those broken bridges.  Remember !  the best, sweetest and most beautiful thing for the eye to see; the tongue to taste, the ear to hear and the heart to feel for the Somalilanders ; are the recognition of Somaliland by the International Community.  Those lily – white, who advocates the freedom of a sixteen year old girl to free her from the custody of her parents.  But giving deaf ears to the will and Self Determination  of a whole nation.   Mr. Lily – White, don’t be mad if I call you  lily – white;  because you owe me an old favor for calling names.

As Somalilanders, we always and always, during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.  Somebody to start by doing what is necessary; then do what is possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.  The word impossible, itself says, I am possible.   In president Riyalle Era we were almost there.  But when this greedy regime arrived, every hope was busted up, shattered and collapsed totally.  Because they are running after money; not after recognition.  You can verify this by asking Sheikh Goggle or by asking that lady with the man’s testicles, the true daughter of Somaliland, Mrs. Fathuma Saed.    Mr. Silanyo, what is the importance of nominating fifty member committee whom most of them has no a clue of the international diplomacy; and some of them even have not studied civics in their primary or secondary schooling.  Above that, without allotting a specific task for each, or a budget for running the operation.  Nothing is impossible, the word itself says, I am possible.  Dear Somalilander, we need somebody who has the guts and the capacity of knowledge, for cutting and ending corruption and nepotism.  Appointing the right man for the right post and introducing  fair and a just equal sharing of the big Pie to all Somalilanders.   As well as reducing the size of the Government and will balance the budget without raising tax.   We need a leader who can put a curb on the too much greed of those heartless business men.  Those religious clergy men and penny pinchers  with the heavy beard.   Who always preaches people to donate but they never pay a penny.  The chamber of commerce must appoint an independent  price control committee.

Remember !   There is a sufficiency in the World for man’s need but not for man’s greed.   As Abwaan Hassan Dhul said, these business men will sell the whole country for a little piece of money.  Freedom of the press and the media is an ought duty and a must,  for a free  and democratic society.   Mr. Abdirahman,  when you win; don’t  be ungrateful to the Media and the press like  Mr. Silanyo did.   Above all, 18th May is the National  Day for all Somalilanders and can’t be seconded to 26th June.   Because they say, finishing second in Olympics gets you silver, but finishing second in politics gets you oblivion.  18th May is the recessive trait of the hardship and suffering that we have been rewarded by the union with the Italian Colony.   Disregarding 18th May and regard it as a second to 26th June means,  is to put to oblivion that extreme ordeal that we have encountered in the near past.  Above that, Mr. Abdirahman Cirro, you have to promise that you will never introduce your wife’s name to the public.  People are already got frustrated with the New Mamma, the money vacuum and her companion, Mrs. Drought Winter, the money sweeper.

My mother is the one that breast fed me and I don’t want a brother from another mother.   If not;  count me out.  Chairman Abdirahman, If you announce that you are committed to fulfill  those tough decision right now .  You will be one year ahead of your rivals  in the race.   If you fail to act now, you will fall down even further  behind than Mr. Silanyo’s  regime.   Announce these tough decisions and tighten your waistband  and belt.  Don’t argue!   You can’t beat  the hungry masses in argument.   Progress is not an illusion, but it is slow and invariably disappointing.   Chairman Abdirahman, if you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride, and never quit; you will be a winner.   The price of victory is high, but so are the rewards.

Dear reader, I have entitled this article as (  The Last Song  ) because I have approached that old age called, the Second Childhood and I am getting closer to that lonely, desolate and most scariest cave called, the Grave.   So it is time to retire of the lure of this Wild World and the political hiccups of Mr. Silanyo,  which is turning everyday from worse to worst.   Owing to that, I decided solemnly to devote my time, heart and soul to the perpetual prayers and end up at the Mosque.   So that Getting into solitary confinement for the love and worship of Allah, called in Arabic  (  ictikaaf  ).   In addition to that, I beg earnestly in a voice that  can’t be ignored; the pardon and forgiveness of all politicians that I have made a negative comment against them in the past or at the present.   Secondly, I am declaring openly my remission that some of my comments and leather lashes were not genuine.   But the Horseman whips on his horse to urge it run more faster.  Sincerely, that was all my intention.  Dear reader, a  civil – war leaves a country with three armies.  An army of mourners, an army of thieves and army of cripples.

Yusuf Deyr,

Toronto, Canada

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