Reading the desperate face of the lay – man 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.
If I set aside all negativity, and redeem all sins. Still, I smell blood in the water. Every morning is another rude awakening for all of us. Our palm is on our heart strings, as we are not sure. How the weather is going to be tomorrow. Because we have fallen a prey to the teeth – grip of some wicked heartless interest – group that are chocking with their throat.
Ignorant elements that are trying to mess up both. Our arrival to life, and our departure to heaven. All their intention is to get rich on our behalf and to hold the steering wheel of our destiny, or totally to rip us off, of all our rights, identity, aspirations, inspirations, and faith without our consent. Either they run our kitchen – soup, or to destroy everything that Somaliland stands for. Wearing ear – rings, in the belief that it will blind the eye – sight of the masses. So that, they can act against our wish and demands. 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 your logo of your Kulmiye – Party, which is shaking hands with Mogadishu. You have pleaded guilty to unlawful confinement of democracy and freedom of speech; by flashing all those startling revelations of wrongdoing like terrorizing the members of parliament, jailing them without the consultation of the law and dumping the constitution in the dust – pin. 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 stamping out dirty words through dirty mouths. Dear country men, we are conquered by wild mosquitoes hungry for pain and blood. False prophets which has come to us in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly, they are ravening wolves. A fox has a hole, a bird has a net, but the son of Somaliland has nowhere to lay his head. They are practicing those cruel jokes of intimidation to satisfy their constant hunger for power. Mr.Silanyo, is signing his death contract and intentionally trying to destroy all those efforts and endeavors that we were building for years. It sad and absurd to see from now and then, some innocent civilians are shot dead whenever a two girls from Kulmiye and Wadani party quarrel over a missing lip – stick. That is sad and absurd. Mr.Silanyo regime can’t understand that we are sitting in a helpless poor mat, and nobody will survive if they press the button of the bombshell. That is sad but true. That is a suicidal mission that will benefit no one.
Mr.Silanyo, I assure you that you will never be happier, even if you achieve those goals, and free yourself from the constant greed, poverty, and hunger for power. You will always be engaged in seeking more of this or that. Because, money and power can’t buy you friends, but it will make a better class of enemy.
Dear Somalilanders, in the first years of the twenty one century. The country Yaman was ruled by a tyrant dictator King called, Imam Yahya. He had a lot of secret services staff and under cover to report to his attention any trivial matter or incident. The same style of Ali Waran Cadde and Mr.Silanyo operating nowadays in Somaliland. To scare and terrorize the innocent masses. In the past days we accustomed to see some alien outspoken bad apples claiming Sultans and Chiefs with a uniformed red scarfs on their shoulders.
Manifesting tribal muscles, and claiming some tribal rights in the National TV. Nowadays, there is a new revelation of exchanging slurs in between our respected mothers and sisters in the Somaliland National TV. Declaring a war in words. While our future generation and students in schools are copying that ugly scene, and will regard it as a perfect role model of democracy. That is disgusting and a curse to the whole nation. The Minister of information Mr. Mohamed Abdilahi ( Cukuso ) who is incriminating the journalists like Yusuf Abdi Gabobay is giving a blind eye to that shame and disgrace of our own, or may be giving the OK signal.
Somalilanders, we must guess the pulp before we cut the peel. Fortune does not lie at the end of the rainbow, it is found behind obstacles. Black fowl can’t lay white eggs. Play it cool but don’t freeze it up. Mr.Silanyo gets and forgets. Somalilanders gives and forgives. Every morning is another nail in our coffin. Yesterday was a painful memory, today is dark, and there is no a promising tomorrow.
Mr.Silanyo, Your side of the road is always dusty. Please don’t be a follower. Believe in yourself as a pioneer. Friday and the week days are seldom alike. A lullaby is a soothing song to send a child to sleep. Please don’t sign your death contract. We are all eyes and ears. Mr.Winston Churchill said, Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body, and it calls attention to an unhealthy state of things. All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a simple word. Freedom, justices, honour, duty, mercy and hope.
A lie gets halfway before the truth has a chance to get it’s pants on. It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see. I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
Mr.Abdul Aziz Samale, Money had taken out of you, more than you have taken out of money. You are stripped bare by the curse of spending plenty.
Mr.Ali Waran Cadde, an appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last. No crime is so good as daring to excel the others. When you have to kill a man, it costs nothing to be polite.
Awdal MPs and those masses rallyin behind them: Thank you too much indeed for being the Messiah and the saviour of Somaliland, since day one of it’s birth. You are the foundation and the finding stone of Somaliland. It’s National Anthem was composed by the deceased Hero, Mr.Hassan Sheikh Mumin. Somaliland is Borama, and Borama is Somaliland. This is not the first time you rescue Somaliland. A friend in need is a friend indeed. Thank you all for your prompt and wise judgment.
Ethiopian friends: We don’t covet anything from any nation except their respect. Men are moved by two levers only: Fear and Self – Interest. If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my God, Napeoleon said. you will see two of everything unless you squint, keeping one eye closed, Somalilanders saying. Don’t be a figment of your imagination. We are at the end of our rope, while you giving deaf ears to our urgent, and earnest plea. A frown of confusion creasing our face. It is hard to interpret your imperceptible smile.
This is our final appeal to the New – Flower.
Yusuf Deyr, ( The shadow of Caseer ), Edmonton, Canada.
