SOMALILAND: Hard Luck, Thanks Awdal MPs
By Yusuf Deyr 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 desti...