Nov.
29, 2005
I
was accosted by a sour Somali gaffer called
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim
Who
barked at me:
Togane,
not so long ago, you wrote:
That
the late Omar Ma’alin
Who
was of the Ogaden clan and Somali Ambassador to
Washington
During
the last Somali civil regime made
This
very interesting
This
astute declaration which now enjoys
The
force of a proverb
The
touché of a truism in Somali political circles—
Omar
Ma’alin opined:
As
my political credo
As
my guiding philosophy
In
this clannish Somali labyrinth of countless crimes
That
pass for politics
I
believe implicitly
I
believe explicitly
In
the trinity of
In
the triumph of
This
unbeatable winning combination
These
three awesome artifices that begin with the letter
“M”:
(1)
Majerten
(2)
Maraykan
(i.e. America)
(3)
Money!
Now,
Togane, I want you to take this down:
Today,
in Mogadishu, your trinity
(Majerten,
Maraykan and Money)
Are
Nugatory
Kaput
Null
& void
Nada
& nothing
They
are being soundly trashed & trounced
They
are being trumped & taken to the cleaners
By
the trinity of my very own
Habar
Gidir Cayr clan
Who
is wielding these three awesome weapons that also begin
with the letter “M”:
(1)
Money
(Fake
Cayr monopoly money
At
that!
That
we make the Somali masses
That
we make your Abgal asses
Use
or die like dirty dogs!)
(2)
Militia
(3)
Media
Even
the BBC belongs to us Habar Gidir Cayr now
By
the grace of my Cayr agnate
Yusuf
Garad
Who
married into the British Royal BBC HOUSE OF BUSH
Now
all of Somalia listens to their Habar Gidir Cayr
Master’s Voice!
Now,
Togane, I want you to take this down:
It
used to be
Musa
Arreh
Ingrese
Arreh
BBC
Arreh
Now it
is
Habar
Eji Cayr!
Ingrese
Habar Eji Cayr!
BBC Habar
Eji
Cayr!
The
British BBC old hag has nightly Cayr jungle fever!
The
British Boss Bitch BBC sleeps black & Habar
Eji Cayr!
Every
single night!
That
is what we call gusmiishaaren in Somali
billingsgate!
That
is what we call pillow talk in politesse!
That
is what we call Cayr prince prick power in plain
English!
Our
Cayr Garad got monkey Yankee brass balls!
Togane:
Since
you are a Majerten manqué
Since
you are a Majerten minion meathead
It
is your turn now to rush to the defense of the Dirty
Darod Majerten!
Togane:
I
am shocked & awed by how fools like you love to rush
in where angels fear to tread
I
am astonished at how bovine you are!
Just
like your Abgal clan!
Togane:
Let
us hear you moo again
Just
like the Abgal cow you are!
Just
like your mindless Mudulood!
Togane:
Let
us tune in now to one of your titillating toothsome
tropes!
Don’t
drop out on us drunk like you did for Abgal donkey’s
years!
Togane:
Turn
us on now!
Turn
on us now!
As
you usually do
On
behalf of your beloved Macavity Majerten!
Togane:
Wayl
Abgal
Iyo
Wiil
Abgal
Ninkii
Waraabshada aa iskaleh:
An
Abgal boy like you
Just
like
An
Abgal heifer
Belongs
To
anyone who waters her!
Togane:
You
are vendu:
A
total sellout to the dirty Darod Macavity Majerten!
Let
us hear you now ululate in alliteration altos
Like
a Majerten hussy with big bouncy buttocks!
Like
Venus Kallipyga!
Let
us hear you now holler hoarse in your hosannas
To
your Mighty Malevolent Multivalent Macavity Majerten!
……………….
Here
is my response
To
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim
To
that sour Cayr gaffer rube who interposed
Buzzing
like a black fly
Between
me and my Somali dinner in Toronto
Here
is my riposte to his Hutu Hawiye Hirab Habar Gidir Cayr
clan
And
their quislings and collaborators and cronies and
coterie
Who
are still pursuing their bankrupt policy
Of
bililiqsi
Of
rape, robbery & rapine
Backed
up by:
CAG
AAN JOAGSANAYN!
CARAB AAN XISHOONAYN!
CALOOL AAN DHERGAYN!
Backed
up by:
A
foot of false pride that never ceases from committing
mischief, murder & mayhem!
A tongue that doesn't know what shame or embarrassment
is!
And the belly of an unbeliever, of a greedy gut, that is
insatiable!
Here
is my response to his Hutu Hawiye Hirab Habar Gidir Cayr
clan
Who
hitched their loyalty wagon to the silly, sordid, sleazy
star of looting
Who
put their trust
NOT
in Allah but in
Militia
Media
Money
That
they had bililiqsed by shit, shot and shell!
That
they had rapined with the rapacity & rapidity of
rabid rats!
…………………………………………………….
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
Allah
and every Somali is my witness that when we Somalis
honored your Cayr clan
By
choosing one of you
Ina
Bad Mad Had Sad Sack Sicko Salad Prozac Boy
As the
President of the Somali nation
Prozac
Boy and your Cayr clan committed treason against the
Somali nation
And
betrayed all of us Somalis by chorusing:
Come
weal
Come
woe
Our
status is quo!
Bililiqsi
yesterday
Bililiqsi
today
Bililiqsi
tomorrow
Bililiqsi
forever!
My
dear Hutu Hawiye Hiraab Ill-Jeh Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr
My
dear Bililiqsi-prone brothers
My
dear Bililiqsi-bonkers Cayr affines
Who
are toujours shit-hot on bililiqsi
I
have news for you that you won’t hear on that British
Boss Bitch’s BBC:
Somalia
is marching now out of Johar
Under
the shadow of the Almighty
We
are all marching now to Zion
Beautiful,
beautiful Zion
We
are marching upward to Zion
The
beautiful city of God
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
He
that touches the Peacemakers and the Peace marchers
And
the Peace promoters of Somalia touches the apple of
Allah’s eye!
Ina
Yay and Ghedi and Mohamed Dhere are readying in Johar
The
Somali National Army
The
Somali National Police Force
The
Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
To
liberate
Every
village
Every
hamlet
Every
town
Every
city
That
you Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub had seized in your bililiqsi
feasting frenzy!
Soon
you & your Cayr will all be
Yesteryear’s
Somali nightmare
Soon
you & your Cayr will all be
Somalia’s
roadkill on the way to Peace
Soon
you & your Cayr will all be
Ina
Yay’s roadkill on his way to his apotheosis
Dawaco
meeshii ay macal ido ugu barato bay macaluul ugu dhimata!
Soon
you will all be like that proverbial fox
That
starved to death
Exactly
where she used to feast
On
the fat dewlaps of sheep!
On
the fat dewlaps of ewes!
Nin
kuu digay kuma dilin:
To be
forewarned is to be forearmed!
Bililiqsi
time will soon be over & done!
It is
nation time now!
You
nitwit!
It is
Somalia Hanolaato time now!
You
Hawiye Hag!
You
Hawiye Hog!
You
Hawiye Hoag!
Koofiyo
Dhuub
Your
hand is too short to box with Ina Yay!
………………..
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
Plus
ça change
Plus
c´est pareil:
The
more things change
The
more they remain the same:
You
& your Koofiyo Dhuub always insist on marching
In
the way of Cain
And
killing your own brother, Abel
And
running greedily
After
your god
After
the whore called, Bililiqsi!
In
the early 60s,
Just
after we had achieved our independence
Your
Hottentot Hawiye Cayr Koofio Dhuub
Went
amuck
Went
ape
On a
frenzied rampage of pillage & bililiqsi
That
rendered the highways and the byways of the Somali
Republic unsafe to travel
And
then our beloved President
Adan
Abdulle Osman
Gave
our Somali National Forces of Order their marching
orders
To
sweep our highways & byways
To
sweep them
Clear
& clean of Koofiyo Dhuub
Before
you could say bililiqsi!
Your
distinct Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr became extinct
Dead
as the dodo
Koofiyo
Dhuub became
As
scarce as hen’s teeth!
As
scarce as the Turk’s tarboosh!
It is
now déjà vu all over again!
It is
now Koofiyo Dhuub REDUX all over
again!
And
again very soon before you can say Ina Yay!
Our
Somali President, Abdullah Yusuf, will fumigate
Mogadishu
& Merca
Afgoye
& Shalambood
Brava
& Kismayo
Jilib
& Janaale
Jamame
& Jubaland
Thus
ridding them of your vermin called
Koofiyo
Dhuub!
Bililiqo
doon waa nabad diid:
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
There
is no peace for your Koofiyo Dhuub who are rabid with
rapacious rapine
There
is no peace for your Koofiyo Dhuub
As
long as they are bililiqsi-bound
As
long as they are shit-hot on bililiqsi
There
is no peace, saith the LORD, unto your wicked Koofiyo
Dhuub
Gar
diid waa Allah diid:
To
reject & to refuse
To
repudiate & to rebuff
To
repulse & to resist
The
Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan
The
Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan
The
Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
Led
by Yay & Ghedi
Is
To
say NAY to Allah
Is
To
set one’s face against Allah
Is
To
cut one’s nose off to spite one’s face
At
which your Koofiyo Dhuub are adept
The
Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan
The
Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan
The
Johar Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
Led
by Abdullahi Yusuf
The
President of Somalia
Led
by Ghedi
The
Prime Minister of the Somali government
Armed
with the Mandate of Heaven
Armed
with the Mandate of Moslems & Christians
Armed
with the Mandate of Europe, Africa & America
Armed
with the Mandate of the Somali masses
Who
are seeking Peace
Who
are passionately pursuing Peace
Who
are passionately suing for Peace
Who
are fervently & passionately praying for Peace to
ensue
Whose
heart pants (O God) after Peace as the hart pants after
the water brooks
The
Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan is on the
march
The
Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan is on
the march
The
Johar Somali National Forces of Order & Equity is on
the march
And
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim
Neither
you nor your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Nor
their barking puppies from the British Boss Bitch’s
BBC can stop it!
For
Allah’s Truth is marching on
For
mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of
wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
swift sword
Against
your Gardiid
Against
your Allah-diid
Against
your Nabad-diid
Against
your Koofiyo Dhuub
Glory!
Glory! Hallelujah!
For
Allah’s truth is marching on.
I
have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling
camps
They have builded Him a mosque in the evening dews and
damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring
lamps
His Somalia Hanolatto day is marching on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His Somalia Hanolatto day is marching on!
Let
the Somali Heroes, born of women, crush the clannish
serpent called Koofiyo Dhuub
Since God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on
He has sounded forth the
trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of Somalis before His
judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him & Ina Yay!
Oh, be jubilant, my feet to
march for Somali Peace
Our God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Our God is marching on
Overeager to wipe away our
sad Somali tears!
In the beauty of the
Arabian desert our Prophet Mohamed was born across the
sea
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you & me
As he died to make men holy, let us live to make Somalia
Free from the Kalaabiin called
Koofiyo Dhuub & their political condoms!
Free from war and want born
of clannish strife cocooned in clannish casuistry!
While God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
While God is marching on
He is coming like the glory
of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of
wrong His slave
Our God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Our God is marching on
Allah’s
Truth is marching on
The
Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan is rolling
on
The
Johar Somali National Pacification Plan is rolling on
The Johar Somali National
Forces of Order & Equity is rolling on
Let
Garad’s Koofiyo Dhuub dogs bark on the British
Boss Bitch’s BBC!
For
Allah’s Truth is marching on!
(Adapted
and adopted by Togane
from Julia
W. Howe’s Battle Hymn of the Republic)
………………………………..
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
Let
us hear the conclusion of this whole clannish messy
Somali madness
Every
Somali
Including
this here Abgal saphead who was once USC’s
North American envoy
Knows
That
there are now in Somalia only two clans left
Contending
for the soul of the Somali nation
Qaran
Doon iyo Qaran Diid
Those
who want to build up and re-establish the Somali
nation-state
And
your Koofiyo Dhuub
Who
cannot countenance the very idea
Of the
return
Of the
rule of law
Of law
& order
Ever
again in Somalia!
Who
are hell-bent on wrecking every national effort towards
Peace in Somalia
Who
are rejecting and frustrating every step we Somalis take
to revive & resurrect
Our
Somali government
Our
Somali nation-state
Our
Somali homeland
Our
national identity
Our
national honor & dignity based on Somali unity
My
dear Hutu Hawiye Hiraab Ill-Jeh Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr
My
dear Bililiqsi-prone brothers
My
dear Bililiqsi-bonkers Cayr affines
Who
are toujours shit-hot on bililiqsi
I have
news for you that you won’t hear on that British Boss
Bitch’s BBC:
Upon
the assumption of the Somali presidency
Colonel
Abdullahi Yusuf solemnly swore with the whole world
watching
That
he will either revive & resurrect
Our
Somali national honor & dignity
Rooted
in Somali unity in the bond of Peace
Or he
will die in the attempt
Of
jihadding in that noble enterprise
Of
fighting that good fight
Of
running that godly race
Of
keeping the faith with all of us Somalis at home &
abroad
I am a
private buck in Colonel Abdullah Yusuf’s Peace Army
Which
is now marching out of Johar
Under
the shadow of the Almighty
Every
Somali is a conscript in Ina Yay’s National Peace Army
And
the days of your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub are numbered
And
your end will be ruin, shame & death
I have
no doubt that you & your two-bit pricks will
come a cropper!
I have
no doubt that you & your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub will
come a cropper!
This
long winter of Somalia’s
discontent will be made glorious summer
By
this sun of Mahamud Salaybaan!
By
your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub’s downfall
This
Ill-Jex, ill-dispersing wind of misery will soon cease
to blow!
God,
good angels and good Moslem Somalis will prevail against
you & your Cayr!
And
reap the harvest of smooth-faced perpetual Peace!
Exiles
like Togane will hie home to Somalia
From
as far away as cold cantankerous Canada
To
behold & celebrate your ignoble end!
At
hand, Abdi Dahir, at hand is the piteous & unpitied
end
Of you
Of
your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr!
…………………………………………………
Abdi
Dahir Ibrahim:
Most
certainly
What
will defeat you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Most
definitely
What
will defeat you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Is
Haké:
The
injustices
That
you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub have been committing
By
making the lawful Somali earth unlawfully drunk
With
innocent Somali blood
The
injustices
That
you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub have been
perpetrating on a daily basis
By
turning Moslem Somalia into a slaughter-house
Weeping
in streams of blood!
The
injustices
That
you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub afflict
On a
daily basis
On the
Somali people
Whose
villages, hamlets, towns, cities, regions, lands, homes,
farms, businesses—
Whose
homeland
That
you have bililiqsed
That
you have invaded
That
you are occupying right now
As I
pen
This
missive
This
missile
Which
is hitting now the bull’s eye
Which
is hitting now a homerun
Which
is hitting now home
Right
between your Ill-Jex eyes!
— Mahamud
Siad Togane
NOTES
Allah-diid:
(Somali) One who refuses & rejects Allah.
As
the hart pants after the water brooks:
See Psalm 42: 1.
And
reap the harvest of smooth-faced perpetual Peace:
See the prologue
of
Togane’s pastiche entitled, Afwayne’s
Nightmare that debuted at the Second
International Congress of Somali Studies International
Association held at the University of Hamburg, West
Germany in August, 1983.
By
this sun of Mahamud Salaybaan: Ina Yay’s royal
lineage. Don’t overlook the pun on the word sun which
also here means son!
Gardiid:
(Somali) One who refuses & rejects the consensus
& the covenant of the Umma: the Somali Muslim
community, like the late General Aidiid & his Kaffir
Kofiyo Dhuub.
Aideed
was gardiid & gardiid waa Allah diid: one who
refuses & rejects the will & the wisdom of
Allah. “To dispute the judgment of the courts is to
dispute with God.” See page 232 of Lewis. A
Pastoral Democracy: A Study of Pastoralism &
Politics Among the Northern Somali of the Horn of
Africa. London: Oxford University Press,
1961. Finally Aidiid heard the music of the only
language that he dug; the language of Mugdi Mudug where
he hails from: Bud iyo laan: cudgel& stave:
he got his overdue comeuppance on August 2, 1996 when he
ran heedlessly (as it was his wont) into a hail of
bullets. The trophy goes to the clannish confederacy of
convenience of Atto’s Rer Hilowle & the Daa-uud
Abgal warlord, Al-hajji Muse Suudi Yalahow, whose clan
Aidiid held in utter contempt. That is why Aidiid &
his Habar Gidir just couldn’t envision Somalia under
the leadership of “Ali Diesel & his bovine
Abgal & their donkeys.”
Habar
Eji Cayr: See Ina Bad Salad Boy.
Haké:
“The thing that causes a leader to fall from power,
even more than popular revolt, is haké, that is, the
injustices he afflicts on his people.” See page 108 of
Camara Laye's A Dream of Africa.
London and Glasgow. William Collins Sons& Co. Ltd. ,
1968.
Ill-Jeh:
A pejorative name for the Habar Gidir clan;
literally it means, the ones with the torn eyes,
signifying the alleged evil nature of their soul.
Ina
Bad Salad Boy: AKA Abdiqasim Salad Hassan is from
the Cayr sub-clan of the Habar Gidir. He is the heir of
Afwayne: what he is inflicting now on southern Somalia
is Afwaynissimo without Afwayne. Boy signifies the
historical fact that his father was a houseboy for a
high-ranking Italian colonial official during the
Italian administration of Somalia from 1950-1960.
Robert
Hess writes on page 188 of his Italian
Colonialism In Somalia.
Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1966.
“Nineteenth-century European attitudes toward Africans
were thus preserved throughout the history of the
colony. Symptomatic of this was the Italian adoption of
British terms for servants: il boy and la boyessa”
The
Cayr Habar Gedir clan of Ina Bad Salad boy dictate,
dominate & domineer now in
Somalia because after the fall of Afwayne they
looted all the guns & weapons of the Somali nation.
Militarily, they are so strong that they have even
produced a first in Somali history—a female Moriyan: a
war lady named Sterling Abdi Aruush (murdered in
Nairobi, Kenya on October 24, 2002) the satrap & the
Prepotent Power of the rich coastal ancient
& magnificent Italianate town of Merca Adday.
Sterling Abdi Aruush would walk fearlessly flanked by
her heavily armed kinsmen to her enemies &
intimidate them thus: "I
am Starlin Abdi Arush of the Habir (sic) Eji clan. Put
down your gun or you will be dead by tomorrow."
See The Guardian, Monday, November
4, 2002 &
The Financial Times of October 7, 2000 & “
The
war lady of Merca: Somalia’s first war lady” Aug
26 1999, The Economist. In 1992, in Mog,
she introduced me to her French beau, one called, Roland
Marshal, who was pretending to be a scholar &
a writer but fooled no one: it was obvious to every one
that he was a French bed bug i.e. a spy. Later on they
married & kept on marring Merca by immiserating its
citizens. Shakespeare is right:
Nothing in her life became her like her leaving
it when she was murdered in Nairobi!
Ina
Yay: (Somali) Son of the jackal: Abdullahi Yusuf’s
nickname: we Somalis say, “A man
without a nickname is like a goat without horns.
Kalaabiin:
(Arabic) Cunning & contemptible curs like the
Koofiyo Dhuub.
Koofiyo
Dhuub: Literally in Somali it means those who sport
skinny, skimpy skullcaps; that is what the Cayr sported
in the early 60s.
Macavity:
See Macavity: The Mystery Cat: A
poem by T. S. Elliot.
Mohamed
Dhere: The Strongman whose word is the law in Johar.
Musa
Arreh — Ingrese Arreh:
A jibe at the Musa Arreh sept who are according to
Somalis ardent anglophiles.
See p. 157 of Laurence's The
Prophet's Camel Bell.
London: Macmillan & Co Ltd, 1963.
Nabad-diid:
One who refuses & rejects peace out of hand &
with contempt like the Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub.
This
long winter of Somalia’s
discontent will be made glorious summer: An obvious
allusion to Shakespeare’s Richard III:
Now
is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York…
See
Togane’s pastiche entitled, Afwayne’s
Nightmare that debuted at the Second
International Congress of Somali Studies International
Association held at the University of Hamburg, West
Germany in August, 1983.
Two-bit
pricks: “We are not inflicting pain on these
fuckers… And I can’t believe we’re being pushed
around by these two-bit pricks.” That is how the
outraged President of the USA, Clinton, referred to
Aidiid and his Habar Gidir Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub: See Somalia
and Iraq: Looking Back and Ahead at http://counterpunch.org/mickey03262004.html
Venus
Kallipyga: “More usual spelling Callipygian,
beauty of buttocks; the Callipygian Venus was a famous
Greek statue.” Sir Richard Burton records, to his
delight, that Somali women “are of the Venus Kallipyga
order of beauty: the feature is scarcely ever seen
amongst young girls, but after the first child it
becomes remarkable to a stranger. The Arabs have not
failed to make it a matter of jibe.
’Tis
a wonderful fact that your hips swell
Like
boiled rice or a skin blown out,
sings
a satirical Yemeni: the Somali retort by comparing the
lank haunches of their neighbours to those of tadpoles
or young frogs.” See Burton’s First Footsteps
In East
Africa. Frederick A. Praeger, New York 1966,
page 94.
USC:
It stood for United Somali Congress: in its heyday,
under the capable leadership of Somali patriot, Ismail
Jima’ale, (Also known as Avocatto Ismail Jimale:
avacatto is an Italian word for lawyer). He was a Somali
patriot; the JFK of Somalia; the leader of the Somali
opposition to the terror & the tyranny of Afwayne
& his dirty Darod MAD MOD: the primitive &
savage tribal troika, the modus operandi of Afwayne that
tyrannized & terrorized Somalia for over two
decades. MOD: “M stands for the patrilineage (Marrehaan)
of the President; O for that of his mother—and this
means the Ogaadeen people who live in the critically
sensitive Ogaadeen border region of Ethiopia; and D for
the Dulbahante, [‘literally he who conquered all the
lands’]; the lineage of his son-in-law, aptly dubbed,
Dafle, the snatcher, the head of the dreaded NSS
[“Nasty Sickie Snatchers].” Afwayne's storm
troopers. “The implications were succinctly
expressed in a popular explanatory verbal formula: The
Marrehan are drunk on power; the Dulbahante are drunk on
pride; the Ogaadeen are drunk on powdered milk.’” The
Powdered milk donated by international aid signifies the
fact the Ogaadeen were mostly refugees from Ethiopia;
Somalia was not even their country. See page 165 of
Lewis’s Blood & Bone: The
Call of Kinship in Somali Society.
Lawrenceville, N.J.: The Red Sea Press, 1994. Moreover,
Lewis wryly observes that the worst excess of this “Daarood
tyranny of Mohamed Siyaad Barre” was the attempted
genocide of the Isaaq clan-family whose traditional
tribal turf Afwayne wanted to hand over to the Ogaadeen,
his maternal uncles and cousins. “Ogaadeeni
refugees were at the same time encouraged to take over
Isaaq shops and houses in what, after their bombardment
by Siyaad’s forces, were effectively ghost towns.
Thus, those who had been earlier received as refugee
guests in northern Somaliland had supplanted their Isaaq
hosts, and many of the latter, in this bitterest ironic
turn of fate, had become refugees in the Ogadeen.”
Ibid., 226. No wonder now the Northerners had seceded
from our once solemn & sacred Somali Union & now
taunt us Southerners as faqash: pigs &
contemptible clowns & collaborators & coons
& quislings of that foolish fiend, Afwayne.
Conveniently forgetting that Egal, their late president,
publicly confessed that indeed he was once a prominent
member of Afwayne’s faqash!
Conveniently
forgetting that many of Afwayne’s most trusted
henchmen were not only northerns but also from the
Issaaq clan-family! Indeed the very architects of the
personality cult of Afwayne were none other than the
most prominent
leaders of the Issaaq clan: Omer Arteh, the former
Foreign Minister of Afwayne and Ismail Ali Abokar,
Afwayne’s own Vice President! See page 249 of
Lewis’s A Modern History of the Somali:
Nation and State in the Horn of Africa: Revised,
Updated & Expanded. Athens: Ohio
University Press, 2002.
Afwayne
& the evil machinations of his Darod monster, MOD,
destroyed Somali unity & led directly to what we
Somalis are witnessing & suffering now:
statelessness & no rule of law & the violent
fragmentation of the once proud Somali nation into
filthy factious fractious fiefdom Bantustans. What
obtains right now in merciless Mog is the last gasp of
the gangsterism & the goonism &
the gûn-nisim of Afwayne’s rump regime,
of his heirs, Cayrs, hellions, hellers & Hutu Hawiye
camp followers. I hasten to add & underscore that no
Somali clan (including the Issaaq) is innocent: each
& every Somali clan contributed their fat fair share
of clowns & clones & coons & crows &
cronies & cowards & collaborators &
quislings & lickspittles & cringers & tools
& fools & flatterers & timeservers &
toadies to dance with the dictator his dance macabre
& mollycoddle his Darod MOD, the Somali Afwayne
Frankenstein.
Ismail
Jimale was a lawyer & human rights activist whose
untimely death propelled & plunged Somalia into the
lawlessness & the darkness of Habarkintirism &
Habarkuulayism that it is still languishing in today.
His untimely death diminished every Somali; dimmed the
hopes and the aspirations of every Somali. General
Aidiid and his Hutu Hawiye (primarily his Habar Gidir)
completely trashed whatever that could have been
salvaged from the terror & the tyranny of Afwayne
and his Mad MOD.
For a
while I served as the North American Envoy of the USC.
We
are marching
to Zion: See the hymn by Isaac
Watts
For
more details see these related articles:
1.
Clannish Funny Fishiology
2.
When I Stopped Hating Habar Gidir
3.
Habar Gidir: Don’t be sore
losers!!!
4.
Mom, What is a Moslem?
5.
Majerten Maraykan Money
6.
Snatching Defeat out of the Jaws
of Victory
7.
A Hawiye in Hawaii
8.
Son
of the Jackal & Somalia
All
available at:
http://www.mudulood.com/PageTogane.html
and
http://togane.org
