Somalilanders, Nation First!
There is an old Somali Saying or a proverb that says. A young She ? Donkey has more fur and seems that it is more beautiful than the Mother ? Parent. But after a while when it grows up and gets a bit older. it develops that ugly face of the parent ? mother. Dressed up with more dangerous back ? kicks and more worse disgusting fetor of offensive smell than the
mother ? parent. That is a perfect analogy similar to Mr.Silanyo and his coach and teacher, the late vampire. Just like father, like son. Mr.Silanyo, Islam never dies, but it gets sick for a while. Mr.Silanyo, nothing is new. All Somaliland critics, commentators, election observers, and all Newspaper editors, already had predicted your ill ?views. Nothing is new. But remember! Nobody will go to Mogadishu except you. Previously you came from Mogadishu alone by yourself, and now you will die there alone by yourself.. I hate to say I told you, but I did. Dear Somalilanders, Nation First!
I don?t know who is me yet. I have to discover myself again A hole needs filling in my wisdom tooth. Time is a file that wears and makes no noise. Hope ties to the future as memory ties us to the past. Mr.Silanyo, your dark past is playing tricks on your mind. That is why you always fill our ears with wax; and that is why every word from your mouth is tickling our throat. But what pains us trains us. He who teaches patience, never knew the pain. Mr.Silanyo, if you have many faces. Your brain acts as if your ideas are going down a constricted pipe ? line through a a dark tunnel. Turn your face to the sunshine, so the people can see your true colors. But never try to give us the fat with the lean. It won?t work with us. Every one of us knows where his shoe pinches. A rebellion to a freedom fighter like Hassan Issa, is disobedience to God. But whom the God would destroy; they hate the noble men and they love the snooty. Justice, good judgment, actions, looks, and words are the steps from the Alphabet by which you can spell the character of a person. 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. Alas! Our Orange Revolution turned in to ash and dust. The physical down - hill is as quick as the psychological depression. Every morning is another rude awakening for all of us. A man is of a little use when his wife is a widow. But there is a time to fish and a time to dry the nets. We have no other choice but to sit around the entombed graves of our dead heroes. Lighting mourning candles and mosque incense praying for help. While wearing grim faces, singing those grievous prose and verses of Abdi Qais and Hadrawe, as a healing process. Swallowing a bitter cocktail of pain and sorrow poured in to a vulnerable cup of glass. It is a bizarre ! The thought is too scarry rather than to be funny. Stay tuned and watch.
Patience, hope,stability, and peace are the only deadly weapon that we can encounter against the African political culture that believes in Money ? Totems to hold power and wealth. Peace and patience are the only safest approach that a celibate men like we, could have. Rather shouting at each other instead of shooting each other like our false brothers in Mogadishu. Because this is not a Silanyo World, this is our country and career. Even though, yesterday was a painful memory, today is dark, and there is no a promising tomorrow. Yet we, as serious Somalilanders remember that Mahatma Gandhi Said. Surrender has no room in my plan of life. We need urgently to unite our vital forces; and build a protective barrier to shield us from the Ill ? Conceived Scheme of Mr.Silanyo. That intentionally planning to shatter our peace, stability, tranquility of law and order. We must be in a hurry to dismantle his sabotage before the sky rains blood. Those who attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, peasant or prince. Mr.Silanyo, you can?t alter your past bad history, by trying to ruin our present.
Mr.Silanyo, for now you are fat and happy. But we don?t know how long you will sustain that good mood. But we are sure for one thing. You are not going to retire at the mandatory ? age. I can print that for sure right now. Your stupid kiss on the wrong cheek, will lead you to the mysterious World of unexpected surprises. Dear country men, Nation First. We are sponsored by a cunning fox with a dual citizenship; who carries in his pocket, a federalist pin ? Code as well as a sovereignty ID Card. Mr.Silanyo, thank you for your party logo of shaking hands with Mogadishu. You pleaded guilty to unlawful confinement of democracy, by flashing all those startling revelations for crossing the traffic red light.
Mr.Silanyo, you are cute when you are angry!
Remember, tomorrow is another day.
Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton, Alberta