Being a father of eight kids with unshaved heads and a wife with a ringing tongue, plus the political hiccups of Mr. Silanyo and his Split – Lip Regime. Sleeping has become lighter and more difficult to persuade. That is why I often have a premonitory bad dreams that signals in my intuition; the mysterious narrow vision of our politicians in the political arena. They are desperate for help but shying away from asking, due to their deep ignorance. A missing relationship of trust in between the public and our political leaders is a crucial factor. That is why our political pledges don’t see the light of the day time. Because this present regime has been blinded by the Gold – Dust.
That is why they can read neither our lips, nor our hearts. Mr. Silanyo believes that the Self – Absorbed – Act of taking is a worthy quality. But giving without expectation of reward regarded as an eccentric one. Who knows where it might lead us to ? In a country where all mired in poverty, unemployment, illiteracy, and disease. While some of special – interest – group jealously hoarding good amount of fortune of the Nation’s Treasury; and yet they are baffled by the resentment their ill action generates.
Slamming the door on our face in this age and time. Dear reader, a window – User spends one third of his life in sleeping, one third in hesitating, and one third in waiting. It is a bizarre ! No jokes from now and then. The thought is too scary rather than to be funny. Stay tuned and watch with more than two eyes.
Nowadays Mr. Silanyo is spinning the Wheel of Fortune in the Traditional House of Elders, to extent his life- span by giving more Life – Support to his degrading poor health. Buying some human spare – parts with the Tax -Payers money. Ironically claiming that it is the involuntary request of the masses of Somaliland. To manifest their sincere love to their beloved president, to the outside free World. This is the good news of the week, according to the broadcasting of Somaliland National TV. What a big poor lie and a poisonous prescription ! Dear reader, sin has many tools but a lie is the handle that fits them all. Mr. Silanyo, is dry ice, solid or frozen?
Tell that sheer nonsense and fishy story to the camel drivers in Gar – Adag. Your Mecca and reference – point for your tribal rights and false dreams.
Dear reader, how long he expects us to be a jailbird for his heartless Regime that swallows more than they can chew? Ten Executive personnel of a specific Ministry of the same Isaaq clan, having a meeting. Then claiming that Somaliland is safe and sound. Hell with your false slogan of Nationalism while holding underneath, a logo of tribalism of Isaqiisam. It is a hard assignment to convince our shareholders in Somaliland. This is not Isaaq Land.
It is Somaliland with so many ethnic groups that have the same rights and privileges as you do. Today there is only one Sultan Wabar, but in few months’ time there will be many Sultan Wabars in every region of Somaliland. Because of your leadership that is deadly infected with serious greed, deception, and out – right lie. Lack of National Purpose of Direction is the symptoms of my killing disease. Good Guys have to shoot, so the Evil must not win. We need a messiah with a gimmick stick to intervene. Just an appropriate School for my betrayed child, and affordable Electricity, and a healthy water to drink.
That is all for my demands right now. Until my favorite Hero, Mr.Six, restores back life and comes back from his Self – Imposed – Exile. They are twisting my heart but I am too old to cry. The morning – mist on the flowers is my shed tears; and the whispers of the trees is the wailing of my devastated heart. They are expert only, on how to divide among family and friends. But we want what binds us, not what divides us. Dear reader, Ingratitude is Mr.Silanyo’s nature. How he is punishing us with our own mistake is almost unreal to believe. It is not dark yet, but it is getting too late. Mr. Silanyo is raising the Statue of Liberty with his right arm and his cousin, Mr.Suleiman is holding the Torch of Freedom with his left arm. What a confusing legacy life can play. Mr.Suleiman is threatening today those helpless mothers that he was holding and hiding behind their Apron – Skirt during the Egal Era. Mr.Suleiman, as far as you are steering the wheel of our destiny. Every morning is another rude awakening for all of us , and every piece of cigarette is another nail in our coffin. Being a farm – slave for another House – slave, as he is more closer to the corridor of power due to his tribal blood.
Dear reader, since 2001, I was roaming around the War – Torn Republic of Somaliland. Wearing sharp, keen eyes, dressed up with a highly sophisticated telescope. Hunting and fishing almost any scene that deserves a senior diplomatic mission’s attention. While having a long nose and acting as a rude intruder for a fact finding mission. Acting as a black man street preacher who carries a small portable organ in the streets of New York.
Teaching Christianity to the White people. Publicly raising his voice against the vast skepticism and apathy of life. Trying his best to disassociate Allah from harm, terror, humiliation, and misery that we humans, commit against each other, and later blaming Allah for everything bad that happens. Answering why Allah never show up in some circumstances in the Middle East, though it was necessary for his favorable intervention. To my great disappointment, along that period, I never Saw Somaliland more degrading than it is right now. Politically, economically, socially, morally, and peace wise. This mean regime is putting it’s nose in every affair, and handles it in the wrong approach. Turning religious congregations in to political delegates and transforming holy places and chambers of the sanctuary Moslem temples in to political platforms to promote their failed agenda of policy in Mosques and enshrined places by blackmailing and instructing the Imams and clergy men to adapt their policy in Mosques. Transforming Mosques in to Orientation Centers. Preaching the desperate masses to cool down and to be patient for this fruitless, selfish, and greedy regime. Alas ! The Silanyo Regime turned ( Somaliland ) the Oasis of Peace and Tranquility in to An Animal Zoo; and in Animal Zoo, there are a lot of wild animals that don’t like each other.
Mr.Silanyo, we know that you have received a draft budget to funds that bury our Entity as a Sovereign State.
Your side of the road is always dusty!
Thank you for being totally ugly.
Yusuf Deyr, Freelance Writer
