One’s work may be finished someday but one’s education, never.
—Alexandre Dumas, the Elder
The ancient Greeks believed
That with suffering comes wisdom
God knows
That we Somalis have suffered long enough
So
Where is our Somali wisdom
Where is our Somali wit
Why are we Somalis still
As witless as ever
As clueless as ever
Lord Alfred Tennyson
Sang:
‘This held that sorrow makes us wise.
We Somalis are no strangers to sorrow either
So why aren’t we made wise by this our endless sorrow
So why are we still dying like foolish fornicating flies
In mindless Madina
In mad Mog
In silly Somalia
So needlessly
So senselessly
In 1991
When the Hutu Hawiye Hordes
Ethnically cleansed
Mogadishu
Of all the Darod
I could not really believe
That Mog was really
As Darodfrei
As free of Darod
As Hitler’s Berlin was once
Judenfrei
Free of Jews
So
On the Mudulod side of Mog
In Karan
In Bar Manifesto
Incredulously
I inquired
Isn’t there
Now
At the very least
A single solitary Darod
Spared
In mad Mog?
Yes!
I was told
Here is one
Sitting among us Mudulod!
I saw an elderly man
I said to him
Let us get away from these people
Let us go to that private corner
I have a question or two to put to you
In private
—No I am not moving from here!
There is no need
For secrecy
For privacy
For whispering
For fear
For ashoon-ku-addin
For calling the Faithful to prayer
In fear
In trembling
What is concealed cankers
What is concealed congeal in clannish Craziness
What is concealed stink to high heaven
Ask me
Right now
Right here
In front of everybody
All the questions you care to ask!
Ask away!
To your heart’s content.
—Is it really true?
Are you Darod?
—Most definitely!
Most assuredly
Not only am I Darod
I am Marehan to boot!
—But how come
How come the Hutu Hawiye Huns
Had not hacked you to death
Had not murdered you
How come you had not run away
Along with the rest of the Darod
To Darodland?
—Maandhow
My son
Think!
Your are supposed to be Muslim
You are supposed to be an intellectual
You are supposed to be at least intelligent
You are at the very least supposed to be educated
Does it really make any sense to you
To run away from one crazy clan
Called
Hawiye
To another crazy clan
Called
Darod
Or
To another crazy clan
Called
Eedor
—Athayr
Uncle
How come you are still alive?
—Because I believe in Allah
More than I believe
In any crazy clan!
In the Marehan Darod!
When the Hawiye Moriyan
Caught me
They questioned me
Just like you are questioning me now
I told them exactly
What I have just told you
That I am Marehan Darod
When I saw
That they were fixing to murder me
Allah made me say
Listen
If you are going to murder me
Don’t just kill me just like a dog!
At least kill me just like a Somali goat!
With solemn ceremony
With the pretense of justice
Say Bismillahi over me!
Read the Fatiha over me!
Read Sura Yasseen over me!
Allow me to prepare myself to meet my Maker
Let me face Mecca and make my final prayer to Allah!
I demand then
That you take me to your kangaroo court
Where you railroad the Darod
So they took me
To Hotel Panorama
Where
Some Hawiye Elders
Some Hawiye Betters
Recognized me
&
Bore witness to the fact
That I am a righteous Muslim
That I have always behaved
Like a decent Somali
Never!
Never ever have I conducted myself
Like a dirty Darod!
Like Dafle!
Never ever have I carried myself
Like mad mean Marehan!
Like Dr Mahamad Adan!
Whereupon I was set free
So
Togane
Teach!
Preach
Reach every Somali with this message!
Tell all Somalis wherever they may be
That there is no safety in being a dirty Darod!
Like Buluq-Balaq-Buluq
That there is no security in being a Hutu Hawiye Habar Kintir
Like Ina Salad Sad Boy
That there is no sanity in being an Evil Eedor
Like Toor
That the fear of Allah is the beginning of wisdom
That only Allah has eyes that inspire awe & fear
That there is
Neither Power
Nor Strength
Safe in having Faith in Allah!
That there is safety security sanity in being what Allah made us
First & foremost
Muslims of the Umma!
Second Somalis!
That Darod Marehan old man was
Neither Darod
Nor Marehan
He was my Muslim brother!
He was the sanest Somali
That I have ever met!
He was the wisest Somali
That I have ever met!
He was the soberest Somali
That I have ever seen!
So let us now all praise this famous Marehan man
Who lives
Because he simply chose
To be Muslim
To be a Somali
Which brings us
To this theatre of the absurd
To this theatre of the deranged
To this theatre of Cruelty
To this theatre of Chaos
To this theatre of Terrorism
To this Da-ood Abgal Bovinity called
To this Yellow Yelahow inanity
To his folly
To his Abgal Da-ood Horror Show
Unfolding right now
In Madina
In front of the whole world
Where is the wit of the Abgal
Where is wisdom of the Mudulod
Where is the sanity of us Somalis
Where is the outrage of the whole world
I was wrong
I am learning everyday
I thought
That Yelahow will protect us Mudulod
From Darod bastards
Like the Punk of Puntland
I was totally wrong
I forgot
What Ioan M. Lewis
Taught me
That nin belaya
That man of disaster
That a foolish fart of a donkey
Like Yellow Yalahow
Only brings disaster
Upon his own clan
Upon his own Mudulod
Upon his own Abgal
I forgot
What my father taught me
That an Absurd Abgal
That a Natural Born Killer
Like Yellow Yelahow
Only enjoys killing
His own kind
His own clan
His own kin
His own kith
It is now high time
For the Elders
For the Betters
For the educated
Of the Mudulod
To disarm Yellow Yelahow
To hand him over
To the World Court
To defang this Da-ood Abgal poisonous Snake
To bring Yellow Yelahow
To court of Law & Justice
For killing innocent Somali men women and children
The Mudulod gun must never be used to kill another Mudulod
The Mudulod gun must be put now under the command
Of the Elders
Of the Betters
Of the Mudulod
Now
I understand
Why the Darod first laughed
At this Abgal donkey’s fart called Yelahow
When they first heard him
Braying
Like the donkey fart he is
On the BBC
Promoted by his own farting folly
In this hour of our sorrow & pain
It is very tempting
For the rest of the Somalis
Who are not of the Mudulod
To laugh at what we Mudulod are doing to each other
In Madina
In Mogadishu
Somalis
I submit to you
That it is the biggest folly to give in to that temptation
To laugh at us Mudulod
The senseless deaths of the innocent
In Madina
In Mogadishu
Concern every Somali
Diminish every Somali
Wherever she may be
So do not ask
For whom the bells tolls
In Madina
In Mogadishu
It really tolls
For thee!
For every Somali!
The bell
In Madina
In Mogadishu
Tolls for every Somali
Wherever he may be!
It is time for
Every decent Somali
Every thinking Somali
To be like that Darod Marehan man
The wisest Somali
The soberest Somali
The sanest Somali
To do every day what Allah led him to do:
To choose to betray his clan
To choose to be Muslim
To choose to be a Somali
To reject the crazy claims of his clan
To choose to be simply
A Muslim
A Somali.
May Allah comfort the grieving
In Madina
In Mogadishu
In Montreal
In Somalia
In the Diaspora.
Lord Acton wrote
Power tends to corrupt
And absolute power corrupts absolutely.
Great men are always bad men.
Now in Somalia
Every Somali crazy clan has one
Wannabe great man
As absurd as Musse Soodi Yelahow:
A fool who would be great
Not by doing great godly deeds
But by engaging in Cruelty
But by creating Chaos
But by killing a great number of Somalis
The greater the number
The greater we Somalis deem him to be!
We Somalis praise
Nin Belaaya!
A Duke of Disaster
Lewis is right-on
When he wrote:
Popularity and political influence
Are the result of a totality of different attributes
Important amongst which are hospitality
(Which should go with wealth)
Wisdom and those various qualities
Of strength courage and skill in political affairs
Which are summed up by the word
Belayo.
This word means"disaster" or “catastrophe”
But what is disastrous to adversaries is often
Advantageous to one’s self
And it is in this sense that belaayo is a word of praise
For a man whose actions come near to the ideals
Of Somali belligerence independence daring and panache.
When Somalis refer to a person as belaayo
They mean that he fulfills their ideals
Of manly hardihood and distinction.
And what wealth and weight of kinship may not ensure
Agility in the conduct of affairs and skilful manipulation
Of jealousies and ambitions, may achieve.
No wonder Somalia fell
Into the hands of ruthless ruffians
Into the hands of wicked warlocks
Like this Abgal ASS called
Musse Soode Yellahow
It is about time
That we Somalis name these cowards
Who only kill innocent women & children
Who only murder & maim innocent civilians
It is about time that we name them & shame them
It is about time that we expose them
It is about time that we contend with them
They that forsake the law
Praise the wicked
But such as keep the law
Contend with them
It is about time
That we stop praising the wicked
That we stop praising evil men
Like Yellow Yalahow
It is time
That we contend with lawless loonies
That we contend with Lawless coons
That we contend with Lawless Kaffireen
Like Yelahow
That we bring this Munafaq Yellow Yelahow
To a court of law
For the murder of innocent Somalis
Da-ood Abgal Asses
Like Yellow Yelahow covet greatness
Some men are born great
Some achieve greatness
Some have greatness thrust upon them
But wannabe great men
Fools like Yalahow
Try in vain
To achieve greatness
By murdering children
Who are learning
To recite the Holy Koran
By rote
It is about time
That every thinking Somali
Contribute
To how we Somalis can put
This sacrilege
In Madina
This outrage
In Mogadishu
This sad saga of the shedding of the blood of the innocent
This Reign of Terror
In Somalia
To an end
There is a world wide war
Going on
Right now
Against Terrorism
This thug with a gun
Called
Yelahow
Is a Terrorist
It is about time
That we call upon the International Community
To help us Somalis arrest thugs like Yelahow
&
All those in the Diaspora who give aid & comfort
To these enemies of the Somali people
Who have been murdering & maiming
Innocent Somali women
Innocent Somali children
Innocent Somali men
So far
With utter impunity
With the cruel indifference of the whole world
So
My friends
Weep with us Somali Mudulod
In Madina
In Mog
In Somalia
In the Diaspora
As we mourn
Our murdered
Our maimed
Remember now
No Somali clan is an island
Entire of itself
Every Somali is a piece of Somalia
A part of the Somali Motherland
Any Somali’s death diminishes me
Because
I am always involved
In Somalia
And therefore
Never send
To know
For whom the bells tolls
In Madina
In Mogadishu
In Hargaysa
In Bossasso
For the bell tolls
For thee.
