The Party was in full swing
Celebrating the twentieth anniversary
Of the MOD revolution
Of October 21!
The day Afwayne and his infernal crew crowed
Because they captured and seized power over all Somalis!
It was the very last year of Afwayne’s mindless MOD regime
It was 1990
There were
Many a minion,
Many a quisling,
Many an Afwayne acolyte
Many a crazy crony of the Darod despot
From every Somali clan
An Afwayne Calab from every Somali clan
But the (Marehan-Ogaden-Dhulbahante) MOD squad was
In full charge
Leading this Somali dance macabre of Papa Doc Afwayne
The liquor was flowing like the Juba river
The drink of choice was whisky called
Vat 69!
Because Afwayne’s MOD revolution shook the Somali nation in 69!
The favorite position of every MOD whore was 69
The favorite position of Siad Barre
Was not the missionary Muslim position
It was the revolutionary Russian position called 69!
Fuelled by Vat 69
All the Dhulbahante were subsumed by Dafle in Suban’s seal
Signaling 69!
BIG TIME!
Hasan Abshir
The Majerten minion
Afwayne’s catamite from Garowe
The lap dog of Afwayne
Proposed a toast
Barking
“Hai hai weligaa hai!”
Never ever never ever surrender mad MOD Power!
But an American party pooper
A CIA plant
Interposed
Proposing
Posing
Another question
An American $64 question
That nearly sobered up every one
Every one at the party!
Even Ali Matan!
The merciless Marehan drunk rapist!
—“Gentleman”,
Announced the American interloper
Since there were no ladies at this patriarchal stag MAD MOD bachelor party
“Gentleman!
I hate to rain on this immodest MOD parade
But I have a question
I don’t mean to be rude
But I have a question I must ask
A question
That has been plaguing us
Americans ever since we set foot in your crazy clannish country!
So this question can’t wait!
I got to ask this question now
As many of you know
I am leaving for the States tomorrow
And now is the perfect time
Since you are all drunk now
You can’t help but speak the truth
Remember now
In Vinos Veritas
In booze you can’t help
But blurt out the truth
So I am sure
You will give an honest-to-God answer
To my honest-to-goodness question!
Gentleman of the revolutionary Mad MOD persuasion
The question is a very simple one:
It is no brainer!
All it calls forth is the courage
For a Somali
To utter an honest answer for once!
To whom does this country called
Somalia
That you are raping so mercilessly
Big time!
Really belong?
It is evident to every objective observer of the Somali scene today
That Somalia
That this country
Does not belong to you
So please
No polemics
No bullshit!
No snow job!
No blow job either!
Only 69
Don’t bullshit me
Don’t bulldoze me
Don’t snow me under
Don’t screw me blind in the eye!
Don’t shit me
Just give me the straight goods
The straight answer
Not a Mugdi Mudug meaningless meandering answer
Not an answer that beats around the Somali bullshit bush
Just give it to me straight
No adulteration
I can take it straight
I am not George Bush!
Don’t spare my American sensitive feelings
Just tell us the truth for once
I repeat
To whom does this country called
Somalia
Really belong?
I know it does not belong to any of you
You are all fleeing from this country
Like rats on a sinking ship!
But I also notice that you are taking everything with you before you begin
Your chicken run for you very lives to the good old USA!
Where dictators and their dividends dwell & do well
My God
This is Deja-Vu all over again!
This is Saigon all over again!
Well I say
Better do the chicken run than a mad MOD turkey shoot!
Every one of you came calling
Every one in this room came secretly
To my office in the American Embassy
Seeking an American visa
For himself
For his family!
So I have no doubt
I shall be seeing a lot of you chickens
Stateside
But honestly now
Kidding aside
Just between friends
Just between you and me
Answer me honestly
An honest question deserves an honest answer
I promise I won’t tell
To our all-powerful bully faggot called
J. Edger Hoover
Of the fucking FBI
Nor to the CIA
I just want to satisfy my curious human natural American curiosity
I know it is curiosity that killed the American cat too!
But I don’t expect you to kill me
After all if you do kill me
To whom will you go to begging for a visa
To run away from Somalia
After you raped her repeatedly of course!
After you robbed her blindly of course!
I see no one wants to answer my question!
Imagine for once I see Somalis
Who are for once at a loss for words!
Imagine an oxymoron:
Silent Somali Sammy Sambos!
Who will believe me
That I addressed a modest question
To a roomful of Somalis
And all I got was an embarrassed silence!
So for once I managed
To embarrass brash Somalis from the Mudug bush into silence!
I shall tell that
To our Boy Emperor
To doubleya
To George Bush pere too
To amuse them
This is incredible
I can hear a pin drop
The silence here is deafening!
What can I do to break this ominous silence
What can I do to fill the void of this eerie un-Somali silence
That I have sucked you all into!
Jalle Jayle
The Xawaadle whore
&
Ismail Ali Abukar
The Habar Ja-el jackass
Saved the situation
They burst out
BELTING IT OUT
That old standby
That silences
That drowns out
All opposition
All doubts
All crazy questions
All thought
GOOL WATHOY SIYAAD!
Even the American knew the words to this most revolutionary mad MOD song!
He poured it on with revolutionary true believer brio!
Finally the American attempted to answer his own $64 dollar American question
Gentlemen!
I put the same question
Yesterday
To a Mudulood native of Mogadishu
To an Abgaal donkey driver
One of your victims
Who supports you all mugdi Mudug con-artist ruffians
By the sweat of his brawn!
By the sweat of his brow!
By the sweat of his beast!
The Abgal donkey driver answered me without batting an eyelash!
I am just beginning
To decipher his Abgal laconic answer now!
He told me and I quote him word for word:
“AY SAFARAHA SITHAY SALKA MAYSHAY DHIGTAAN SUGAA!”
An alien dog
A fly-by-night floozy
A Johnny-come-lately
From mugdi Mudug
A rolling stone that gathers no moss
A traveling hot shot hot dog!
Who just loves to go a-begging
For foreign visas
To every foreign embassy in Mog
Is now
In charge of the whole destiny of the Somali nation
I am just Alasow in Afwayneland
No different from Alice in Wonderland!
I am just a simple Abgaal donkey driver!
Just watching
Just waiting
To see
How this mad MOD farce
How this mad MOD FART
How this doggone show
Is just finally going to play out
Is just finally going to peter out
Is just finally going back to the boondocks
Where it was born!
So I am just waiting now
For the mad MOD Apocalypse
For the mad MOD eclipse
For the mad MOD house of cards just to come tumbling down!
And
At the rate the MOD rats are fleeing the sinking Somali ship of state
I don’t have very long to wait!
I am just wondering
Who is going to clean up all the mess they leave behind?
&
How long it is going to take
Me & my donkey
To clean up
To shovel off
To haul off
All that shit off the Somali stage!
Mahamud Siad Togane
