In
the Morning when I wake up with a broken heart desperate for help.
Trying to stand up with my tiny feeble legs. Dragging my feet like a
lame deer. My knees and elbows are aching due to
Arthritis.
So that I could barely pick up my feet when walking. The icy tingling
in my fingers and toes are very irritating. Finally pushing hard myself
towards my cracking mirror which is as old as my wisdom tooth. Where I
could see my aging face folded with wrinkles and deep scars. A V Shaped
bald surrounded by African stiff hair standing like nails. A bushy
grey beard and moustache that is unfamiliar to a comb for months.
Depressed eyes located in deep sockets encircled by dark skin layers
which is a sign of stress and depression. Two spongy smashed cheeks
decorated with stained teeth that can’t chew more than corn flakes. A
harsh voice passing through my dry dusty lips. Coughing and sneezing at
intervals. Starring back at my deep sunk wooden – bed that is covered
with a dirty bed – sheet and a ragged blanket full of dust. Glancing at
my smoky roof dripping drops of dirty rain water. Above that. I noticed
that I am dropping things like keys and coins. Pens flew from my
fingers due to Parkinson’s disease. Plus the growing anger as a result
of the political hiccups of the contradicting dim views of Mr.Silanyo.
Sometimes I almost to faint for hearing too much disturbing voices,
whenever Mr.Silanyo opens his mouth, or shakes a leg.
Due
to many late nights of sleeping, I am now paying that heavy price of
poor health and degrading low spirit. Hence I give up my life dream and
motivation. Then by coincidence, my ten years old son, Deriyeh, comes
running around. Looking at me with very sympathetic eyes asking, daddy
why you are morally down and sitting idle with a gloomy face? “I
hesitated answering him with murmuring words of discontent. Then he
hugged me and said, daddy don’t leave me alone in this wild World that
steals the gold teeth from the dead body.”His impressive touching
remarks boosted my dead spirit and I reshuffled my old cards again.
Driving again my several times wrecked ship. Both hands on the wheel
and my eyes on the horizon. Cursing my first day I hit my head on the
earth planet. That is the preface of my thrilling story; and now I have
to break the ice of the political hiccups of Mr.Silanyo who is just the
only cleanest dirty shirt around. Dictating our destiny with his dirty
hands that are smeathered with a cold blood.
Yesterday
was a painful memory, today is dark, and there is no a promising
tomorrow. I don’t know who is me yet; I have to discover myself again. A
hole needs filling in my wisdom tooth. As time is a file that wears
and makes no noise. Hope ties us to the future as memory ties us to the
past.
Mr.Silanyo,
your dark past is playing tricks on your mind. That is why our ears
are full of wax; and every word from your mouth is tickling our throat.
Because your tools are working in other people’s garden. He that
teaches patience never knew the pain. Alas! Mr.Silanyo has forgotten
that yesterday he was one of us. We are as old as we feel, and as young
as we look. Mr.Silanyo, if your head has many faces. Your brain acts
as if your ideas are going down a constricted pipe –line, going through a
dark tunnel. Turn your face towards the sun, so the people can see
your true colors. Never try to give us the fat with the lean. It won’t
work with us. Because every one of us knows where his shoes pinches.
Lecture is the art of transferring information from the notes of the
lecturer to the notes of the students, without passing through the minds
of either. A rebellion to a freedom fighter, is disobedience to God.
Whom the God would destroy; they hate the noble men and they love the
snooty. If you do what you should not; you must hear what you would
not. Actions, words, and looks are the steps from the Alphabet in which
you spell the character of a person. Mr.Silanyo, it is better to limp
on the right road, than to speed up on the wrong road. A poet can
survive everything, but misprint. It is a breach against the Human
Rights Act to impose your ill views on unwilling listeners. Mr.Silanyo,
your illegal clandestine marriage will break into pieces, soon or
later.
When
you hear us singing. It is not a sign of satisfaction. But music is a
poor man’s spasm, used as an Anti-Pain. Tribalism and ignorance to our
demands is a missionary tradition into the fabric of your veins and a
stream in your blood.
But
we are fully alert, and you can’t sell our cause to any Co –Operation.
That is a feeling of shame in size as well as in quality. Because a
man is not poor if at all he can smile. Even though we are a hog –tied
nation by the Mother in Law from hell (Tribalism) which we already
prepared it’s coffin, but always survives all flood and fire.
By
now we are ready to adopt the philosophy of the German Uprising founded
by Rosa Luxemburg in 1916. Acting as the ancient Spartans of Greece
and the separatist of Rosa Luxemburg and Karl in 1817 –1919. To prove
our unbinding will –power, rigorous discipline, courage, endurance, and
stern frugality. As Greatness comes with the recognition that your
potential is limited, only by how you choose your destiny, how you use
your freedom, and how persistent and resolute you are. In short, it is
your attitude. Mr.Silanyo is nominating a young green man who born and
bred in Baidaba, as the Foreign Minister of Somaliland steering the
wheel of our destiny. How on earth we can believe that a young green
man who has no a clue of our past and present; is capable of defending
and selling our cause to the International Community? Always a mission
of one man delegation of our own Tariq Aziz. A messenger from somewhere
to somewhere else. Young Doctor, thank you, already Mr.Silanyo has
told us that you can make the trees pregnant. Mr.Silanyo, tell your
boggy dead project to the camel –drivers. Above that, the previous
prime minister of Somalia Mr.Mohamed Abdillahi ( Siffer ) has been
assigned as our Ambassador at Nairobi, to seal the classified secrets of
wrong doing, tight.
More disgustingly, the black sheep of Somaliland
who has the bad reputation as the chief architecture of the civill –war
in Somaliland, and a staunch federalist, Mr.Jama Abdillahi Galib is a
frequent visitor of the oval –office of Mr.Silanyo nightly. Travelling
frequently from Hargeisa to Mogadishu, and to Nairobi on a daily bases.
Mr.Silanyo, turn your faces towards the sun shine, so the people can
see your true colors. Human blood is always red, but your’s has many
colors. Mr.Jama every failure teaches a man something if he is willing
to learn. You are neither a good Muslin nor a healthy Christian. We
have no a room for you in Somaliland. You are one of those dumb
politicians that is expecting honey and milk from the Western World.
Mr.Shariff will get the golden spoon and Mr.Silanyo will receive a dish
of dessert.
Today
the political climate of Somaliland is so toxic, as our Government is
the enemy of it’s own self. Creating friction among family and friends,
dismanteling and disintegrating all Government institutions, and
opposition parties. Each Faction fighting for their ethnic tribal
rights. As the Government of Somaliland is creating an atmosphere of
confusion and misunderstanding among the tribes. Mr.Silanyo has made
every effort to the expansion of his horrific atrocities. Incriminating
and imprisoning innocent civilians to consolidate his tribally motivated
policy. Jailing all who disagree with his lizard brain and phony dim
views. Unsustainable policy of No –Where. Hyper critical of small
faults while ignoring some major crimes committed by his Shintos, close
friends. Cracking open our ossified State. The oasis of peace and
stability crumbling under the weight of it’s decay –leaders. A decay
–leadership that seperates and cracks apart their people instead of
gluing them together.
Dividing them into segments, clans, tribes and
division - groups chaired by ignorant chiefs and sultans. Who is neither
a bridge nor a gully to our cause? In Silanyo era, a son became a
parent to his dad. Mr.Silanyo, you can build the most beautiful engine
in the World, but if there is no fuel, it cannot run. If you let the
tank run dry. A political division that will be the down fall of what
we cherished as an all-inclusive democratic state. Without some effort
to compromise for the good of all citizens; there is no way for our
democracy to survive. The Government must look at all tribes with the
same lens. Mr.Silanyo puts the cart before the horse. A few
underground mafias is running the country in an executive order which is
unconstitutional in our system of governing. The Vice President of
Somaliland expressed in his press –conference that he has no a clue of
how the country is running. The only assignment he is supposed to do is
to hold the Scissor for the inauguration of a new Government facility,
or to hand certificates, when students graduating from school. He said
openly that he is a passenger in a football team. Mr. Vice president
thank you for telling us the truth. All the Government Institutions are
stagnant, malfunctioning and in a complete coma.
Before
September 11, I used to be a strong believer on the false slogans of
the Western Countries. Assuming that they are the cradle of peace and
democracy, and an advocate of the Human Rights Act. But since September
11, the War –Cry slogans proved to me that the Western World previous
quotations, were falsely orchestrated remarks, and a typical crocodile
–tears. Anybody who is in doubt about my doctorine. Have to make a
quick look at some clips of facts and figures illustrated in the
Documentary Films in the Google. Search. For Example: 1) Top
Documentary Films. 2) New World Order. 3) The Conspiracy. 4) The Tears
of Gaza. These figures and facts were prepared by some American healthy
Christians; not by some hostile group to the American people. After
you watch these documentary Films. I am deadly sure that you will come
to the conclusion that the white man is an evil.
That is why we see
nowadays that the European Civilization and Culture is now in decline.
The Eastern Civilization are making a comeback. The United States will
follow Europe’s downhill. That is why at the present time, the famous
butterfly to the rain forest produces a storm in the Oval –Office of
Mr.Silanyo. That is why the Tartars from Mogadishu are waiting the
miracle stick from the Western Countries to solve the Somali crisis. The
golden spoon for Mr.Shariff and the dessert dish for Mr.Silanyo.
Pushing us as Somalilanders to get united with sea pirates, and bandits
that represent nobody, but their wallet and stomach. Mr.Silanyo, the
ultimatum of the Western Countries is already in your save. Then, why
you are wasting our meagre –revenue in aeroplane tickets and hotel
expenses. Do you believe that, fair in the cradle, foul in the saddle?
Finally,
as a Somaliland political therapist, I came to the conclusion that most
of our men politicians are that much dumb to sell our cause to the
International Community. While the Tartars from Mogadishu are selling
to the International Community, a trash, as a gold. Personally I prefer
all heads of state and politicians to be all women, rather than men.
As a group, men are not as evolved as women. They are less flexible,
quicker to react rather than respond. It is sad but true. We, as
Somalilanders, all our men politicians get stuck in the same elevator.
They couldn’t relay our message to the International Community.
Mr.Silanyo, what pains us trains us.
Thank you for being a head with two faces.
But remember, birds are coming home to roost.
Yusuf Deyr,
Canada
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