March 05, 2003

 

 

 

 

 

 

One’s work may be finished someday but one’s education, never.

           —Alexandre Dumas, the Elder

 

The ancient Greeks believed

That with suffering comes wisdom

God knows

That we Somalis have suffered long enough

So

Where is our Somali wisdom

Where is our Somali wit

Why are we Somalis still

As witless as ever

As clueless as ever

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Sang:

‘This held that sorrow makes us wise.

We Somalis are no strangers to sorrow either

So why aren’t we made wise by this our endless sorrow

So why are we still dying like foolish fornicating flies

In mindless Madina

In mad Mog

In silly Somalia

So needlessly

So senselessly

In 1991

When the Hutu Hawiye Hordes

Ethnically cleansed

Mogadishu

Of all the Darod

I could not really believe

That Mog was really

As Darodfrei

As free of Darod

As Hitler’s Berlin was once

Judenfrei

Free of Jews

So

On the Mudulod side of Mog

In Karan

In Bar Manifesto

Incredulously

I inquired

Isn’t there

Now

At the very least

A single solitary Darod

Spared

In mad Mog?

Yes!

I was told

Here is one

Sitting among us Mudulod!

I saw an elderly man

I said to him

Let us get away from these people

Let us go to that private corner

I have a question or two to put to you

In private

—No I am not moving from here!

There is no need

For secrecy

For privacy

For whispering

For fear

For ashoon-ku-addin

For calling the Faithful to prayer

In fear

In trembling

What is concealed cankers

What is concealed congeal in clannish Craziness

What is concealed stink to high heaven

Ask me

Right now

Right here

In front of everybody

All the questions you care to ask!

Ask away!

To your heart’s content.

—Is it really true?

Are you Darod?

—Most definitely!

 Most assuredly

Not only am I Darod

I am Marehan to boot!

—But how come

How come the Hutu Hawiye Huns

Had not hacked you to death

Had not  murdered you

How come you had not run away

Along with the rest of the Darod

To Darodland?

—Maandhow

My son

Think!

Your are supposed to be Muslim

You are supposed to be an intellectual

You are supposed to be at least intelligent

You are at the very least supposed to be educated

Does it really make any sense to you

To run away from one crazy clan

Called

Hawiye

To another crazy clan

Called

Darod

Or

To another crazy clan

Called

Eedor

—Athayr

Uncle

How come you are still alive?

—Because I believe in Allah

More than I believe

In any crazy clan!

In the Marehan Darod!

When the Hawiye Moriyan

Caught me

They questioned me

Just like you are questioning me now

I told them exactly

What I have just told you

That I am Marehan Darod

When I saw

That they were fixing to murder me

Allah made me say

Listen

If you are going to murder me

Don’t just kill me just like a dog!

At least kill me just like a Somali goat!

With solemn ceremony

With the pretense of justice

Say Bismillahi over me!

Read the Fatiha over me!

Read Sura Yasseen over me!

Allow me to prepare myself to meet my Maker

Let me face Mecca and make my final prayer to Allah!

I demand then

That you take me to your kangaroo court

Where you railroad the Darod

So they took me

To Hotel Panorama

Where

Some Hawiye Elders

Some Hawiye Betters

Recognized me

&

Bore witness to the fact

That I am a righteous Muslim

That I have always behaved

Like a decent Somali

Never!

Never ever have I conducted myself

Like a dirty Darod!

Like Dafle!

Never ever have I carried myself

Like mad mean Marehan!

Like Dr Mahamad Adan!

Whereupon I was set free

So

Togane

Teach!

Preach

Reach every Somali with this message!

Tell all Somalis wherever they may be

That there is no safety in being a dirty Darod!

Like Buluq-Balaq-Buluq

That there is no security in being a Hutu Hawiye Habar Kintir

Like Ina Salad Sad Boy

That there is no sanity in being an Evil Eedor

Like Toor

That the fear of Allah is the beginning of wisdom

That only Allah has eyes that inspire awe & fear

That there is

Neither Power

Nor Strength

Safe in having Faith in Allah!

That there is safety security sanity in being what Allah made us

First & foremost

Muslims of the Umma!

Second Somalis!

That Darod Marehan old man was

Neither Darod

Nor Marehan

He was my Muslim brother!

He was the sanest Somali

That I have ever met!

He was the wisest Somali

That I have ever met!

He was the soberest Somali

That I have ever seen!

So let us now all praise this famous Marehan man

Who lives

Because he simply chose

To be Muslim

To be a Somali

Which brings us

To this theatre of the absurd

To this theatre of the deranged

To this theatre of Cruelty

To this theatre of Chaos

To this theatre of Terrorism

To this Da-ood Abgal Bovinity called

To this Yellow Yelahow inanity

To his folly

To his Abgal Da-ood Horror Show

Unfolding right now

In Madina

In front of the whole world

Where is the wit of the Abgal

Where is wisdom of the Mudulod

Where is the sanity of us Somalis

Where is the outrage of the whole world

I was wrong

I am learning everyday

I thought

That Yelahow will protect us Mudulod

From Darod bastards

Like the Punk of Puntland

I was totally wrong

I forgot

What Ioan M. Lewis

Taught me

That nin belaya

That man of disaster

That a foolish fart of a donkey

Like Yellow Yalahow

Only brings disaster

Upon his own clan

Upon his own  Mudulod

Upon his own Abgal

I forgot

What my father taught me

That an Absurd Abgal

That a Natural Born Killer

Like Yellow Yelahow

Only enjoys killing

His own kind

His own clan

His own kin

His own kith

It is now high time

For the Elders

For the Betters

For the educated

Of the Mudulod

To disarm Yellow Yelahow

To hand him over

To the World Court  

To defang this Da-ood Abgal poisonous Snake

To bring Yellow Yelahow

To court of Law & Justice

For killing innocent Somali men women and children

The Mudulod gun must never be used to kill another Mudulod

The Mudulod gun must be put now under the command

Of the Elders

Of the Betters

Of the Mudulod

Now

I understand

Why the Darod first laughed

At this Abgal donkey’s fart called Yelahow

When they first heard him

Braying

Like the donkey fart  he is

On the BBC

Promoted by his own farting folly

 In this hour of our sorrow & pain

It is very tempting

For the rest of the Somalis

Who are not of the Mudulod 

To laugh at what we Mudulod are doing to each other

In Madina

In Mogadishu

Somalis

I submit to you

That it is the biggest folly to give in to that temptation

To laugh at us Mudulod

The senseless deaths of the innocent

In Madina

In Mogadishu

Concern every Somali

Diminish every Somali

Wherever she may be

So do not ask

For whom the bells tolls

In Madina

In Mogadishu

It really tolls

For thee!

For every Somali!

The bell

In Madina

In Mogadishu

Tolls for every Somali

Wherever he may be!

It is time for

Every decent Somali

Every thinking Somali

To be like that Darod Marehan man

The wisest Somali

The soberest Somali

The sanest Somali

To do every day what Allah led him to do:

To choose to betray his clan

To choose to be Muslim

To choose to be a Somali

To reject the crazy claims of his clan

 To choose to be simply

A Muslim

A Somali.

May Allah comfort the grieving

In Madina

In Mogadishu

In Montreal

In Somalia

In the Diaspora.

Lord Acton wrote

Power tends to corrupt

And absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Great men are always bad men.

Now in Somalia

Every Somali crazy clan has one

Wannabe great man

As absurd as Musse Soodi Yelahow:

A fool who would be great

Not by doing great godly deeds

But by engaging in Cruelty

But by creating Chaos

But by killing a great number of Somalis

The greater the number

The greater we Somalis deem him to be!

We Somalis praise

Nin Belaaya!

A Duke of Disaster

Lewis is right-on

When he wrote:

Popularity and political influence

Are the result of a totality of different attributes

Important amongst which are hospitality

(Which should go with wealth)

Wisdom and those various qualities

Of strength courage and skill in political affairs

Which are summed up by the word

Belayo.

This word means"disaster" or "catastrophe"

But what is disastrous to adversaries is often

Advantageous to one's self

And it is in this sense that belaayo is a word of praise

For a man whose actions come near to the ideals

Of Somali belligerence independence daring and panache.

When Somalis refer to a person as belaayo

They mean that he fulfills their ideals

Of manly hardihood and distinction.

And what wealth and weight of kinship may not ensure

Agility in the conduct of affairs and skilful manipulation

Of jealousies and ambitions, may achieve.

No wonder Somalia fell

Into the hands of ruthless ruffians

Into the hands of wicked warlocks

Like this Abgal ASS called

Musse Soode Yellahow

It is about time

That we Somalis name these cowards

Who only kill innocent women & children

Who only murder & maim innocent civilians

It is about time that we name them & shame them

It is about time that we expose them

It is about time that we contend with them

They that forsake the law

Praise the wicked

But such as keep the law

Contend with them

It is about time

That we stop praising the wicked

That we stop praising evil men

Like Yellow Yalahow

It is time

That we contend with lawless loonies

That we contend with Lawless coons

That we contend with Lawless Kaffireen

Like Yelahow

That we bring this Munafaq Yellow Yelahow

To a court of  law

For the murder of innocent Somalis

Da-ood Abgal Asses

Like Yellow Yelahow covet greatness

Some men are born great

Some achieve greatness

Some have greatness thrust upon them

But wannabe great men

Fools like Yalahow

Try in vain

To achieve greatness

By murdering children

Who are learning

To recite the Holy Koran

By rote

It is about time

That every thinking Somali

Contribute

To how we Somalis can put

This sacrilege

In Madina

This outrage

In Mogadishu

This sad saga of the shedding of the blood of the innocent

This Reign of Terror

In Somalia

To an end

There is a world wide war

Going on

Right now

Against Terrorism

This thug with a gun

Called

Yelahow

Is a Terrorist

It is about time

That we call upon the International Community

To help us Somalis arrest thugs like Yelahow

&

All those in the Diaspora who give aid & comfort

To these enemies of the Somali people

Who have been murdering & maiming 

Innocent Somali women

Innocent Somali children

Innocent Somali men

So far

With utter impunity 

With the cruel indifference of the whole world

So

My friends

Weep with us Somali Mudulod

In Madina

In Mog

In Somalia

In the Diaspora

As we mourn

Our murdered

Our maimed

Remember now

No Somali clan is an island

Entire of itself

Every Somali is a piece of Somalia

A part of the Somali Motherland

Any Somali’s death diminishes me

Because

I am always involved

In Somalia

And therefore

Never send

To know

For whom the bells tolls

In Madina

In Mogadishu

In Hargaysa

In Bossasso

For the bell tolls

For thee.

Mahamud Siad Togane