Ghedi: As William Shakespeare put it so beautifully, “There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.”

Ghedi: Tide and Time wait for no man, so what the hell are you waiting for?

Ghedi: Either go home to Mogadishu or lose your venture as the Prime Minister of Somalia!

Ali Khaliif Galayrd, the erstwhile Prime Minister of Somalia, had the courage, had the cojonos, had the guts, had the gumption, had the get-up and the go, had the savoir-faire and the derring-do and had gone home to Mogadishu even though he was a Dhulbahante Darod from Las Anod! He was a daring Darod who believed nothing venture, nothing having! He had shown that courage is his true colour; he had demonstrated his mettle to the whole world by the mere fact of going home to Mogadishu.

Ghedi: What is keeping you from going home to Mogadishu?

Every day that you put off going home to Mogadishu, every day that you postpone going home to Mogadishu, you die as a Prime Minister and your government loses its legitimacy! And the Habar Gidir Honchos win once again! 

Ghedi: What the hell are you so afraid of?

Ghedi: Courage! Where is your Mudulood courage? Where is your Mudulood mother wit?

Ghedi: “Cowards die many times before their deaths,

The valiant never taste of death but once.”

Ghedi: I care not, a man can die but once; we owe God and death!

Ghedi: What the hell are you waiting for?

Abdullahi Yusuf, the President of Somalia, made you his Prime Minister because he believed that you as a member of the Mudulood clan family who claims to be in full control of Mogadishu will not have any problem in going home to Mogadishu and in establishing the new Somali government where it rightfully belongs—right in Mogadishu, right in the heart of the Mudulood clan family.

Ghedi: Safeguard your honour and the honour of our Mudulood clan family: If you can’t or won’t go home to Mogadishu, please just resign! Ina Yay will understand. For that is the honorable thing to do.

Woody Allen once famously said that 80% of success consists of “just showing up.”

Ghedi: Why can’t you and your government and the parliament just show up in Mogadishu tomorrow?

Say what you will about your predecessor, Galayrd; at the very least he had the Darod Dhulbahante balls to show up in Mogadishu and beard the Hawiye lion in his own Mogadishu den and call the bluff of Ina Salad Boy and his Habar Gidir Ayr hooligans and browbeat them into an abject and an ignorant impotent and ignoble submission!

Ghedi: Why don’t you just strike the iron while it is hot! Just like Galayrd did!

Ghedi: Ever since you have become the Prime Minister, you have been behaving like the Flying Dutchman: like that legendary Dutch Sailor condemned to sail all over the seas of the world until Judgment Day!

Ghedi: Brotherman, you have been behaving like a hobo without a home!

Ghedi: Honest to God, you remind me of this hit song by The Temptations that I am now calling,

Ghedi is a Rolling Stone:

It was the 24th of December.
That day I’ll always remember, yes I will.
‘Cause that was the day that our Mudulood Abgal Ghedi became Prime Minister.
I never got a chance to see him.
Never heard nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.
And Mama just hung her head and said,
“Son, Ghedi is a rolling stone.
Wherever he lays his hat is his home.
And since he became Prime Minister

All he ever does is roll on his Abgal big black behind in Nairobi.”
Well, well
Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Ghedi is afraid of going home to Mogadishu?
And Mama, some bad talk going around town
saying that Ghedi is just an Abgal jackass.
And that ain’t right.

Saying that Ghedi does not trust in the name of the Lord.

Ugh

Hey Mama, I heard Ghedi enjoys being called Prime Minister.
Tell me is it the Habar Gidir homeboys that is making Ghedi so afraid of an early grave?
Folks say Ghedi would beg, borrow, steal to remain Prime Minister

In Nairobi

In Addis

But will never ever go home to Mogadishu

Because of what Clinton called the Habar Gidir two-bit pricks!
Hey Mama, folks say that Ghedi is no Galayrd!

That is why he spends most of his time flying between Nairobi & Addis.
Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
“Son, Ghedi is a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
Wherever he lays his hat is his home.
And since he became Prime Minister

All he ever does is roll on his Abgal big black behind in Nairobi.”
“Ghedi is a rolling stone.
Wherever he lays his hat is his home.
And since he became Prime Minister

All he ever does is roll on his Abgal big black behind in Nairobi.
“I said, Ghedi is a rolling stone.

Wherever he lays his hat is his home.
And since he became Prime Minister

All he ever does is roll on his Abgal big black behind in Nairobi.”

………………………………………………

Ghedi: Listen to this wise advice from a fellow Mudulood who is mindful of the honor and the nobility of the Mudulood clan family:

To put it as crudely as Tricky Dick (also known as Richard Milhous Nixon) did:

Ghedi: Shit or get off the pot!

Ghedi: Put up or shut up!

Ghedi: If you can’t stand the Habar Gidir heat, get the hell out of the Somali kitchen!

Ghedi: If you won’t fish in the turbulent political Somali home waters of Mogadishu , cut bait!

Ghedi: Either go home to Mogadishu and install your government there or resign from being the Prime Minister of Somalia!

Ghedi: It is obvious now to all and sundry that your dog just won’t hunt down the Habar Gidir hoods!

Ghedi:  Ina Yay gave you the quid of making you Prime Minister long time ago so where the hell is the quo of leading him and the parliament back home to Mogadishu?!!!!

Ghedi: If you can’t stand up and deliver like a man, like your predecessor Galayrd and go home to Mogadishu, at least have the honesty, have the decency to level with us Somalis and with the whole world by saying:

“Sorry!

I am truly sorry!

I have overreached myself!

Ambition should be made of sterner stuff!

I just don’t have the right sterner stuff!

I have forgotten that I am a mere Mudulood Miskiin Abgal

Farewell!

A long farewell,

To all my Mudulood Abgal greatness!

I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth:

My high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and unwilling and too scared to go home to Mogadishu

Where hell and Habar Gidir lie in wait

To kill me

To bring me down

Like Black Hawk Down!

And drag me down in the dust!”

I prophesy that if you don’t follow either of the two courses outlined above, Ina Yay will fire your Abgal big black behind!