Like
my dad
Siyaad
Togane Dhuxulow Carbone
Like
most Mudulood
I
often forget
That
I am
Of
the Hutu Hawiye
Until
a Dirty Darod
Like
Ina Yay
Like
Sa-eed Samatar
Reminds
me
By
trying to pull rank on me
Just
like Honkies try to pull rank on Niggers!
—Bosteye
A
not insignificant number of Daarood
FEEL
They
need the bastard
Abdullahi
Yuusuf
To
deal with the HUTU Hawiye bastards
Like
Aidiid!
—Sa-eed Samatar
Sa-eed
Samatar’s parting shot to Togane:
Togane,
you are my pal
As
long as you play
Second
fiddle to me
As
long as you play
Kulmiye
to my Afwayne!
As
long as you play
John
The Baptist to my Jesus Christ!
As
long as I keep on increasing
And
you keep on decreasing!
To
which Togane rejoindered thus:
Sa-eed,you
are my buddy
As
long as you play
Second
fiddle to me
As
long as you play
Cirde
or Irde to my Afwayne
As
long as you play
John
The Baptist to my Jesus Christ!
As
long as I keep on increasing
And
you keep on decreasing!
On
that crazy note ended
On
that rancid resentment drowned
The
fabled forty-five-year old Samatar-Togane
Friendship.
The
storied forty-five-year old Samatar-Togane Boyhood
Buddyhood.
…………
I grow
I
prosper
Now,
God
Stand
up for bastards!"
--Edmund, in Shakespeare’s King
Lear
Somalia
is not an African nation
Somalia
is not an Arab nation
Somalia
is a bastard nation
That
is why
Bastards
Buggers and Bounders
Abound
in Somalia!
—Emperor Haile Selassie
The
Somali scuttlebutt
Here
in Montreal
Has
Galayrd
The
Ladrone
From
Las Anod
Blowing
his own horny horn thus:
My
government under the blighted presidency
Of
Ina Salad Boy
Proved
out to be
Sedentary
& Stationary
Perambulatory
only
In
its beggary
In
its robbery
Of
Arab faloos
Of
Arab folly
Of
Arab fatude
Otherwise
It
just never got off the ground
Because
It
was top heavy
It
was bloated
With
bililiqsie,
With
plunder
With
pillage!
Because
We
pondered
We
practiced
The
Gospel the Chinese propagate—
With
money a dragon
Without
money a worm
So
I simply multiplied my millions
Of
yore
Of
lore
From
Afwayne Marayray MOD Mendacity Days
But
this Ghedi government of the Mudulood Mindless
Minion Mule
Under
the presidency of Ina Yay
Has
simply proven out to be stillbirth!
—Ali Khaleef Galayrd
(Whose
government Togane aptly dubbed: Ali
Baba & His Forty Thieves).
The
vulture
The
tree
And
Mother Earth
Squabbled
over
A
sweet Morsel for Monarchs
A
dish fit for the gods
A
dish fit for royalty.
The
vulture took a calculating look at the situation and
reasoned thus:
The
earth, well, is earth bound
The
tree, well, is earth bound too!
And
I can fly like an Eagle - let my spirit carry
me
And
I can fly and soar like an eagle to the sea —
And
I can fly like an Eagle - 'til I'm free
From
both tree and earth
So
why the hell must I share anything
Fair
& square
With
these two sitting ducks
With
these two losers
WITH
THE HUTU HAWIYE BASTARDS!
And
with that parting shot
The
vulture shot out
The
vulture beat it
Like
a bat out of hell
Snatching
the Morsel
Like
Galayrd!
Like
Dafle Daffo Dhulbahante!
And
disappearing into the blue yonder
After
a second of reflection
The
vulture
Or
Ina
Yay
Came
to his senses
And
began to realize
He
needs
Either
A
tree
Or
A
piece of Mother Earth
Upon
which to consume the tasty Morsel
In
another words
The
Son of the Jackal must share the morsel
Willy-nilly
Fair
& square
With
the tree
With
Mother Earth
In
another words
The
fly in the Darod ointment
The
fly in the Darod Morsel is
Ina
Yay must needs go to Mogadishu
And
Mogadishu is in the hands of the
HUTU
HAWIYE
In
another words
The
dilemma of this dumdum Damean Dullard Darod Dafle
Daffo Yay
In
another words
The
joke is now on this Damean Dullard Darod Dafle Daffo
Yay
Who
neither wants nor knows
How
to share
Fair
& sqauare
With
anybody else
Let
alone the Hutu Hawiye
Whom
Yay hates and holds in utter contempt
In
another words
Ina
Yay does not know
What
every college KID knows
That
politics is the Art of the Possible
Based
upon
Compromise
& Consensus
Two
Civilized Concepts
Totally
alien
Totally
foreign
To
the Dignity of the Dirty Darod
To
the savage Majertgen Mahad Modus Operandi of Yay
To
the savage Majerten Mahad Mugdi Mudug Modus Vivendi
of Yay
To
the savage Majerten Mahad Mindset of Yay
To
the Dictatorial Dirty Darod Demeanor of
Yay
To
the Dictatorial Dirty Darod Majerten Mahad Make-up
of Yay
Who
had even forgotten this basic principle of his own
savage
Majerten
Mahad Mugdi Mudug Mores
That
inculcate:
Nina
dili
Nina
daghi
Nina
dabin u qolayso
Wa
laysku kala dadiya yona ka didine:
To
kill a ninny
To
undo a nitwit
To
noose a nincompoop
Seem
what you are not
Lest
the fool flee in a funk!
That
inculcate:
To
your Hutu Hawiye enemy Hordes
Give
the sweetest milk!
So
now it seems
That
time is saying
I
told you so
To
Said Samarar’s Darod Bastard
To
the Son of the Jackal
So
now it seems
That
Mudana Al-Hajji Musse Soodi Yelahow
When
he and the Son of the Jackal
Bandied
and Bantered
When
this odd couple
When
these duo dueled in Nairoabi
When
Yay and Yelahow joshed and jived each other
When
Yay yammered
Gloating
thus:
—Musse,
look at me
Look
at what I am wearing
I
am wearing the
Once-Hutu
Hawiye-Coveted
Pretty
Presidential Boots of
Mudulood
Adan Abdulle Osman
Of
lore!
Of
yore!
That
you had once quipped were too big for me
Look
how snugly they fit me now
Look
how snug like a bug in a rug
I
strut
I
fret
My
hour upon the national Somali Stage
Full
of Majerten Sound & Fury
Full
of Piss & Vinegar
And
above all
Full
of
VENGEANCE
To
visit upon the unsuspecting Hapless Hutu Hawiye!
Look
how gracefully I can dance the rumba
In
my Presidential Boots
All
over the Prostrate Body of the Hopeless Hottentot
Hawiye!
Look
how snugly they fit me now
I
just can’t wait to kick
Some
silly Hutu Hawiye Heinnie!
To
which Yalahow parried thus:
—Yay!
Yur!
Mark
my words
I
swear upon the name of the Almighty
From
your gaff
From
your gaffe of the gafter
From
your lack of the gift of the gab
From
your gait
Form
the way you walk
From
the way you talk
From
your Mindless Mahad Majerten Mugdi Mudug Mau Mau
Malice
From
your empty idle bootless threats
That
hold
No
terror
No
horror
For
my Heroic Hawiye
Who
made Mogadishu a Hawiye Hirab Hamlet
Who
made Mogadishu
Darod-rein
Darod-frei
Abdullahi
Yusuf
I
know that
You
are a Bastard of a Jackal
But
until now
I
did not know that
You
are a Pig of a Bastard to boot!
Incastoo
durdur iyo dabbaasha yaqaan
Doofar
abidkii ma daahiro
Oo
ma daayo dabeecadissii:
Even
though
The
pig knows
How
to swim
How
to dive
How
to do the butterfly
How
to turn somersaults in the water
The
pig never ever gets clean
The
pig never ever gets righteous
The
pig is never ever
Kosher
Or
Halal!
In
another words
SOMALIA
CAN’T MAKE
A
SILK PURSE
FROM
THE MAHAD MAJERTEN SOW’S EAR
CALLED
INA YAY!
I
swear upon the name of the Almighty
I
can tell
You
will never ever get to walk in your pretty
presidential boots
Upon
the beautiful boulevard strands of Mudulood
Mogadishu!
Upon
Hawiye territory!
I
swear upon the name of the Almighty
You
will soon wear them out
Upon
the mean cruel alien EXILE streets of Nairobi Kenya!
Upon
doing the Shuffle and the Hustle between Addis &
Nairobi
Yay!
You
keep saying you've got on
THE
MUDULOOD PRESEDENTIAL BOOTS OF
ADAN
ABDULLE OSMANN
But confess.
You've
been messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin'
And now we the Hawiye is gettin' all your best.
Yay!
Your
boots are NOT made
Neither
for kicking the Hawiye Heinnie
Nor
for walking all over the Hawiye
You
keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
And you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right
yet.
Yay!
Your
boots are NOT made for walking all over the Hawiye
You
keep playin' where you shouldn't be playin
And you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt.
Ha!
I
just found me a brand new box of matches
Yeah
To
set your Dirty Darod Derriere on fire!
And what I know you ain't HAD time to learn.
Are
you ready boots?
Are
you ready
Yay!
You
Dog of War!
Start
walkin'!
Beat
it!
Don't
wanna see your face
So beat it!
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
Yay!
You is defeated!
So beat it, just beat it
Back!
Back
to the boondocks of Mahad Majerten Mugdi Mudug
Where
your Dirty Darod Derriere belongs
Where
they grow bumper crops of
Darod
Bastards & Buggers & Bounders
Like
Yay!
I
said
Beat
it!
—M.
S. Togane
NOTES
And
I can fly like an Eagle - let my spirit carry me:
Seal
Lyrics Song.
Beat
It:
Michael
Jackson’s song..
Bililiqsie:
(Somali) Razzia and rape & rapine; pillaging
& sacking & kidnapping; the political modus
operandi of Atto, Aideed, Ali Diesel, Galayr, Salad
Boy and their Darod-Hawiye Huns: all Somali clans
are guilty of this abominable lawlessness and
outrage, but the Hawiye, particularly the Habar
Gidir, distinguished themselves in this evil
enterprise; bililiqsi is their main contribution to
Somali political discourse: witness what th
Heesta
Kuftay Dhacday ayaad taqaan