So it is fair, relevant, timely and topical for every thinking Somali to ask, Who is this Addow who wants to become President of Somalia at this crucial time of our national life?

The first time I paid any attention to Addow is when he  threw his own  brother, Ibrahim, out of his ambassador's residence because Ibrahim who was then studying at the American University in Washington, D. C. wrote a letter to a magazine mildly critical of Afwayne and his Darod MOD regime.

Addow was so committed, so loyal to Afwayne & Afwaynissimo that in order to prove his love, his loyalty to the Marehan tyrant that he had told his own brother, Ibrahim,  to quit his sight & get lost.

The second time Addow grabbed my attention is when Mamma Qadeejo, the senior wife of Afwayne, came to Washington, D. C. to go on some serious shopping spree. Addow helpfully suggested that his daughter show her around.

Upon laying eyes on the daughter for the first time, Mamma Qadeejo exclaimed:

"What a gorgeous nubile Italian alabaster white daughter you have!

I am buying her for my son! 

A perfect match for my son!

As of this moment she is his betrothed!

I decided it!

And I won't brook any opposition!

Diplomatic or otherwise!"

"It is a match made in heaven!"  was Addow's response committing his young innocent daughter to a marriage from hell with a chronic alcoholic who enjoyed beating the hell out of her whenever he believed she was putting on some high Hawiye Habar Gidir airs. This is not shocking considering the fact that Addow belongs to the old patriarchal Somali school of "Am godka, ama guriga" (either in a hole in the ground or holed up in a house) as far as daughters were concerned. As far as he was concerned, this was a godsend, a great opportunity, a great career move, the best way to solidify his relationship with the kleptocracy of Gool Wadow Siyaad!

The third time Addow intruded upon our attention was last year in Mog  when he summoned all the Mudulood elders soliciting their support because he was bent on becoming the next President of Somalia. One of the elders showed him a piece of paper with Addow's signature and asked him either to confirm or deny that it was his signature. Addow solemnly swore that it was indeed his own very signature without verifying what was written on the rest of the paper!

At the top of the paper was written a Habar Gidir declaration of war on Ali Mahdi & his government simply because Ali Mahdi is an Abgal and an Abgal has no business of leading the Somali nation as long as there is one habarkintr Il-jex jerk left alive! That is how Addow & his habarkinter reason!

The Mudulood elder looked him in the eye, saying, "and you have the gall to summon us Mudulood elders here to support you!"

The fourth time Addow grabbed our attention is when Peter Bridges (the American Ambassador to Afwayneland) published his book, entitled, Safirka.

Here is the picture that emerges of Addow & his larcenous family: 

"I have mentioned earlier Abdillahi Ahmed Addou, who was minister of the presidency for much of my tour in Mogadishu and who, as such, helped me as best he could in my dealings with the president. Addou had served earlier for ten years as Somali ambassador in Washington, and he returned there as ambassador while I was still in Mogadishu. During his first tour in Washington, his purchase of a house on Foxhall Road for his daughter had reportedly been the second-largest real-estate sale in the District of Columbia that year. There was no proof of wrongdoing, but the ambassador had done well for a nomad's son on a Somali official salary. Addou's elegant and attractive wife, Asha, also owned a string of villas in Mogadishu, and she built two large ones near the compound of our office of Military Cooperation. She tried very hard to get me to rent one for our embassy. She wanted, she said, six thousand dollars a month for either of them, payable in dollars not shillings, please(which would be in contravention of Somali currency regulations). I told her we did not need any large, new villas. Then I heard that she was threatening to rent them to the Libyan embassy; she commented to an American that no doubt the Libyans would find it advantageous to locate near our military compound. That was pure blackmail. I told her husband that if she rented those villas to the Libyans, the Somali government would soon be sorry. In the end,after I had left Mogadishu, she rented one villa to Conoco's new resident manager, Raymond Marchand, a fearless Frenchman who continued to live there, protected by a company of private guards, even after our embassy was evacuated in the chaos of 1991."

Donkey years ago, an Abgal poet, (I believe it was one called Farah Sayfay) warned Somalis & Somalia thus:"From the way you walk; from the way you talk; I can tell one day soon you will be ruled; you will be ruined  by thieves!"

So why should you & I be surprised that a Moral Midget, a Moral Coward, a Prince of thieves & a Kalab of  Afwayne's Kleptocracy  like Addow deems himself worthy of the highest office in our country?

We are exactly where we have put ourselves!

From our sick Somali eyes he reads that he dare get away with it! That he dare beat us with our own stick:

Addow need not go out & fetch his own stick for himself!

We have made our Somali bed; now we must lie in it with crazy thieving cowards & conmen like Addow! 

Togane