THE DOGS BARK BUT THE CARAVAN STILL ROLLS ON
Mahamud Siad Togane
This past summer as I was quietly dining in a Toronto Somali restaurant
I was accosted by a sour Somali gaffer called
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim
Who barked at me:
Togane, not so long ago, you wrote:
That the late Omar Ma’alin
Who was of the Ogaden clan and Somali Ambassador to Washington
During the last Somali civil regime made
This very interesting
This astute declaration which now enjoys
The force of a proverb
The touché of a truism in Somali political circles—
Omar Ma’alin opined:
As my political credo
As my guiding philosophy
In this clannish Somali labyrinth of countless crimes
That pass for politics
I believe implicitly
I believe explicitly
In the trinity of
In the triumph of
This unbeatable winning combination
These three awesome artifices that begin with the letter “M”:
(1) Majerten
(2) Maraykan (i.e. America)
(3) Money!
Now, Togane, I want you to take this down:
Today, in Mogadishu, your trinity
(Majerten, Maraykan and Money)
Are
Nugatory
Kaput
Null & void
Nada & nothing
They are being soundly trashed & trounced
They are being trumped & taken to the cleaners
By the trinity of my very own
Habar Gidir Cayr clan
Who is wielding these three awesome weapons that also begin with the letter “M”:
(1) Money
(Fake Cayr monopoly money
At that!
That we make the Somali masses
That we make your Abgal asses
Use or die like dirty dogs!)
(2) Militia
(3) Media
Even the BBC belongs to us Habar Gidir Cayr now
By the grace of my Cayr agnate
Yusuf Garad
Who married into the British Royal BBC HOUSE OF BUSH
Now all of Somalia listens to their Habar Gidir Cayr Master’s Voice!
Now, Togane, I want you to take this down:
It used to be
Musa Arreh
Ingrese Arreh
BBC Arreh
Now it is
Habar Eji Cayr!
Ingrese Habar Eji Cayr!
BBC Habar Eji Cayr!
The British BBC old hag has nightly Cayr jungle fever!
The British Boss Bitch BBC sleeps black & Habar Eji Cayr!
Every single night!
That is what we call gusmiishaaren in Somali billingsgate!
That is what we call pillow talk in politesse!
That is what we call Cayr prince prick power in plain English!
Our Cayr Garad got monkey Yankee brass balls!
Togane:
Since you are a Majerten manqué
Since you are a Majerten minion meathead
It is your turn now to rush to the defense of the Dirty Darod Majerten!
Togane:
I am shocked & awed by how fools like you love to rush in where angels fear to tread
I am astonished at how bovine you are!
Just like your Abgal clan!
Togane:
Let us hear you moo again
Just like the Abgal cow you are!
Just like your mindless Mudulood!
Togane:
Let us tune in now to one of your titillating toothsome tropes!
Don’t drop out on us drunk like you did for Abgal donkey’s years!
Togane:
Turn us on now!
Turn on us now!
As you usually do
On behalf of your beloved Macavity Majerten!
Togane:
Wayl Abgal
Iyo
Wiil Abgal
Ninkii Waraabshada aa iskaleh:
An Abgal boy like you
Just like
An Abgal heifer
Belongs
To anyone who waters her!
Togane:
You are vendu:
A total sellout to the dirty Darod Macavity Majerten!
Let us hear you now ululate in alliteration altos
Like a Majerten hussy with big bouncy buttocks!
Like Venus Kallipyga!
Let us hear you now holler hoarse in your hosannas
To your Mighty Malevolent Multivalent Macavity Majerten!
……………….
Here is my response
To Abdi Dahir Ibrahim
To that sour Cayr gaffer rube who interposed
Buzzing like a black fly
Between me and my Somali dinner in Toronto
Here is my riposte to his Hutu Hawiye Hirab Habar Gidir Cayr clan
And their quislings and collaborators and cronies and coterie
Who are still pursuing their bankrupt policy
Of bililiqsi
Of rape, robbery & rapine
Backed up by:
CAG AAN JOAGSANAYN!
CARAB AAN XISHOONAYN!
CALOOL AAN DHERGAYN!
Backed up by:
A foot of false pride that never ceases from committing mischief, murder & mayhem!
A tongue that doesn’t know what shame or embarrassment is!
And the belly of an unbeliever, of a greedy gut, that is insatiable!
Here is my response to his Hutu Hawiye Hirab Habar Gidir Cayr clan
Who hitched their loyalty wagon to the silly, sordid, sleazy star of looting
Who put their trust
NOT in Allah but in
Militia
Media
Money
That they had bililiqsed by shit, shot and shell!
That they had rapined with the rapacity & rapidity of rabid rats!
…………………………………………………….
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
Allah and every Somali is my witness that when we Somalis honored your Cayr clan
By choosing one of you
Ina Bad Mad Had Sad Sack Sicko Salad Prozac Boy
As the President of the Somali nation
Prozac Boy and your Cayr clan committed treason against the Somali nation
And betrayed all of us Somalis by chorusing:
Come weal
Come woe
Our status is quo!
Bililiqsi yesterday
Bililiqsi today
Bililiqsi tomorrow
Bililiqsi forever!
My dear Hutu Hawiye Hiraab Ill-Jeh Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr
My dear Bililiqsi-prone brothers
My dear Bililiqsi-bonkers Cayr affines
Who are toujours shit-hot on bililiqsi
I have news for you that you won’t hear on that British Boss Bitch’s BBC:
Somalia is marching now out of Johar
Under the shadow of the Almighty
We are all marching now to Zion
Beautiful, beautiful Zion
We are marching upward to Zion
The beautiful city of God
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
He that touches the Peacemakers and the Peace marchers
And the Peace promoters of Somalia touches the apple of Allah’s eye!
Ina Yay and Ghedi and Mohamed Dhere are readying in Johar
The Somali National Army
The Somali National Police Force
The Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
To liberate
Every village
Every hamlet
Every town
Every city
That you Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub had seized in your bililiqsi feasting frenzy!
Soon you & your Cayr will all be
Yesteryear’s Somali nightmare
Soon you & your Cayr will all be
Somalia’s roadkill on the way to Peace
Soon you & your Cayr will all be
Ina Yay’s roadkill on his way to his apotheosis
Dawaco meeshii ay macal ido ugu barato bay macaluul ugu dhimata!
Soon you will all be like that proverbial fox
That starved to death
Exactly where she used to feast
On the fat dewlaps of sheep!
On the fat dewlaps of ewes!
Nin kuu digay kuma dilin:
To be forewarned is to be forearmed!
Bililiqsi time will soon be over & done!
It is nation time now!
You nitwit!
It is Somalia Hanolaato time now!
You Hawiye Hag!
You Hawiye Hog!
You Hawiye Hoag!
Koofiyo Dhuub
Your hand is too short to box with Ina Yay!
………………..
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
Plus ça change
Plus c´est pareil:
The more things change
The more they remain the same:
You & your Koofiyo Dhuub always insist on marching
In the way of Cain
And killing your own brother, Abel
And running greedily
After your god
After the whore called, Bililiqsi!
In the early 60s,
Just after we had achieved our independence
Your Hottentot Hawiye Cayr Koofio Dhuub
Went amuck
Went ape
On a frenzied rampage of pillage & bililiqsi
That rendered the highways and the byways of the Somali Republic unsafe to travel
And then our beloved President
Adan Abdulle Osman
Gave our Somali National Forces of Order their marching orders
To sweep our highways & byways
To sweep them
Clear & clean of Koofiyo Dhuub
Before you could say bililiqsi!
Your distinct Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr became extinct
Dead as the dodo
Koofiyo Dhuub became
As scarce as hen’s teeth!
As scarce as the Turk’s tarboosh!
It is now déjà vu all over again!
It is now Koofiyo Dhuub REDUX all over again!
And again very soon before you can say Ina Yay!
Our Somali President, Abdullah Yusuf, will fumigate
Mogadishu & Merca
Afgoye & Shalambood
Brava & Kismayo
Jilib & Janaale
Jamame & Jubaland
Thus ridding them of your vermin called
Koofiyo Dhuub!
Bililiqo doon waa nabad diid:
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
There is no peace for your Koofiyo Dhuub who are rabid with rapacious rapine
There is no peace for your Koofiyo Dhuub
As long as they are bililiqsi-bound
As long as they are shit-hot on bililiqsi
There is no peace, saith the LORD, unto your wicked Koofiyo Dhuub
Gar diid waa Allah diid:
To reject & to refuse
To repudiate & to rebuff
To repulse & to resist
The Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan
The Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan
The Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
Led by Yay & Ghedi
Is
To say NAY to Allah
Is
To set one’s face against Allah
Is
To cut one’s nose off to spite one’s face
At which your Koofiyo Dhuub are adept
The Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan
The Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan
The Johar Somali National Forces of Order & Equity
Led by Abdullahi Yusuf
The President of Somalia
Led by Ghedi
The Prime Minister of the Somali government
Armed with the Mandate of Heaven
Armed with the Mandate of Moslems & Christians
Armed with the Mandate of Europe, Africa & America
Armed with the Mandate of the Somali masses
Who are seeking Peace
Who are passionately pursuing Peace
Who are passionately suing for Peace
Who are fervently & passionately praying for Peace to ensue
Whose heart pants (O God) after Peace as the hart pants after the water brooks
The Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan is on the march
The Johar Somali National Pacification Plan Caravan is on the march
The Johar Somali National Forces of Order & Equity is on the march
And Abdi Dahir Ibrahim
Neither you nor your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Nor their barking puppies from the British Boss Bitch’s BBC can stop it!
For Allah’s Truth is marching on
For mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword
Against your Gardiid
Against your Allah-diid
Against your Nabad-diid
Against your Koofiyo Dhuub
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
For Allah’s truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him a mosque in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His Somalia Hanolatto day is marching on!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His Somalia Hanolatto day is marching on!
Let the Somali Heroes, born of women, crush the clannish serpent called Koofiyo Dhuub
Since God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of Somalis before His judgment seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him & Ina Yay!
Oh, be jubilant, my feet to march for Somali Peace
Our God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Our God is marching on
Overeager to wipe away our sad Somali tears!
In the beauty of the Arabian desert our Prophet Mohamed was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you & me
As he died to make men holy, let us live to make Somalia
Free from the Kalaabiin called Koofiyo Dhuub & their political condoms!
Free from war and want born of clannish strife cocooned in clannish casuistry!
While God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
While God is marching on
He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave
He is wisdom to the mighty
He is honor to the brave
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave
Our God is marching on
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Our God is marching on
Allah’s Truth is marching on
The Johar Somali National Peace Covenant Caravan is rolling on
The Johar Somali National Pacification Plan is rolling on
The Johar Somali National Forces of Order & Equity is rolling on
Let Garad’s Koofiyo Dhuub dogs bark on the British Boss Bitch’s BBC!
For Allah’s Truth is marching on!
(Adapted and adopted by Togane
from Julia W. Howe’s Battle Hymn of the Republic)
………………………………..
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
Let us hear the conclusion of this whole clannish messy Somali madness
Every Somali
Including this here Abgal saphead who was once USC’s North American envoy
Knows
That there are now in Somalia only two clans left
Contending for the soul of the Somali nation
Qaran Doon iyo Qaran Diid
Those who want to build up and re-establish the Somali nation-state
And your Koofiyo Dhuub
Who cannot countenance the very idea
Of the return
Of the rule of law
Of law & order
Ever again in Somalia!
Who are hell-bent on wrecking every national effort towards Peace in Somalia
Who are rejecting and frustrating every step we Somalis take to revive & resurrect
Our Somali government
Our Somali nation-state
Our Somali homeland
Our national identity
Our national honor & dignity based on Somali unity
My dear Hutu Hawiye Hiraab Ill-Jeh Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr
My dear Bililiqsi-prone brothers
My dear Bililiqsi-bonkers Cayr affines
Who are toujours shit-hot on bililiqsi
I have news for you that you won’t hear on that British Boss Bitch’s BBC:
Upon the assumption of the Somali presidency
Colonel Abdullahi Yusuf solemnly swore with the whole world watching
That he will either revive & resurrect
Our Somali national honor & dignity
Rooted in Somali unity in the bond of Peace
Or he will die in the attempt
Of jihadding in that noble enterprise
Of fighting that good fight
Of running that godly race
Of keeping the faith with all of us Somalis at home & abroad
I am a private buck in Colonel Abdullah Yusuf’s Peace Army
Which is now marching out of Johar
Under the shadow of the Almighty
Every Somali is a conscript in Ina Yay’s National Peace Army
And the days of your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub are numbered
And your end will be ruin, shame & death
I have no doubt that you & your two-bit pricks will come a cropper!
I have no doubt that you & your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub will come a cropper!
This long winter of Somalia’s discontent will be made glorious summer
By this sun of Mahamud Salaybaan!
By your Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub’s downfall
This Ill-Jex, ill-dispersing wind of misery will soon cease to blow!
God, good angels and good Moslem Somalis will prevail against you & your Cayr!
And reap the harvest of smooth-faced perpetual Peace!
Exiles like Togane will hie home to Somalia
From as far away as cold cantankerous Canada
To behold & celebrate your ignoble end!
At hand, Abdi Dahir, at hand is the piteous & unpitied end
Of you
Of your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub Cayr!
…………………………………………………
Abdi Dahir Ibrahim:
Most certainly
What will defeat you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Most definitely
What will defeat you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub
Is
Haké:
The injustices
That you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub have been committing
By making the lawful Somali earth unlawfully drunk
With innocent Somali blood
The injustices
That you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub have been perpetrating on a daily basis
By turning Moslem Somalia into a slaughter-house
Weeping in streams of blood!
The injustices
That you & your Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub afflict
On a daily basis
On the Somali people
Whose villages, hamlets, towns, cities, regions, lands, homes, farms, businesses—
Whose homeland
That you have bililiqsed
That you have invaded
That you are occupying right now
As I pen
This missive
This missile
Which is hitting now the bull’s eye
Which is hitting now a homerun
Which is hitting now home
Right between your Ill-Jex eyes!
— Mahamud Siad Togane
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NOTES
Allah-diid: (Somali) One who refuses & rejects Allah.
As the hart pants after the water brooks: See Psalm 42: 1.
And reap the harvest of smooth-faced perpetual Peace: See the prologue
of Togane’s pastiche entitled, Afwayne’s Nightmare that debuted at the Second International Congress of Somali Studies International Association held at the University of Hamburg, West Germany in August, 1983.
By this sun of Mahamud Salaybaan: Ina Yay’s royal lineage. Don’t overlook the pun on the word sun which also here means son!
Gardiid: (Somali) One who refuses & rejects the consensus & the covenant of the Umma: the Somali Muslim community, like the late General Aidiid & his Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub.
Aideed was gardiid & gardiid waa Allah diid: one who refuses & rejects the will & the wisdom of Allah. “To dispute the judgment of the courts is to dispute with God.” See page 232 of Lewis. A Pastoral Democracy: A Study of Pastoralism & Politics Among the Northern Somali of the Horn of Africa. London: Oxford University Press, 1961. Finally Aidiid heard the music of the only language that he dug; the language of Mugdi Mudug where he hails from: Bud iyo laan: cudgel& stave: he got his overdue comeuppance on August 2, 1996 when he ran heedlessly (as it was his wont) into a hail of bullets. The trophy goes to the clannish confederacy of convenience of Atto’s Rer Hilowle & the Daa-uud Abgal warlord, Al-hajji Muse Suudi Yalahow, whose clan Aidiid held in utter contempt. That is why Aidiid & his Habar Gidir just couldn’t envision Somalia under the leadership of “Ali Diesel & his bovine Abgal & their donkeys.”
Habar Eji Cayr: See Ina Bad Salad Boy.
Haké: “The thing that causes a leader to fall from power, even more than popular revolt, is haké, that is, the injustices he afflicts on his people.” See page 108 of Camara Laye’s A Dream of Africa. London and Glasgow. William Collins Sons& Co. Ltd. , 1968.
Ill-Jeh: A pejorative name for the Habar Gidir clan; literally it means, the ones with the torn eyes, signifying the alleged evil nature of their soul.
Ina Bad Salad Boy: AKA Abdiqasim Salad Hassan is from the Cayr sub-clan of the Habar Gidir. He is the heir of Afwayne: what he is inflicting now on southern Somalia is Afwaynissimo without Afwayne. Boy signifies the historical fact that his father was a houseboy for a high-ranking Italian colonial official during the Italian administration of Somalia from 1950-1960.
Robert Hess writes on page 188 of his Italian Colonialism In Somalia. Chicago: The University of Chicago Press, 1966. “Nineteenth-century European attitudes toward Africans were thus preserved throughout the history of the colony. Symptomatic of this was the Italian adoption of British terms for servants: il boy and la boyessa”
The Cayr Habar Gedir clan of Ina Bad Salad boy dictate, dominate & domineer now in Somalia because after the fall of Afwayne they looted all the guns & weapons of the Somali nation. Militarily, they are so strong that they have even produced a first in Somali history—a female Moriyan: a war lady named Sterling Abdi Aruush (murdered in Nairobi, Kenya on October 24, 2002) the satrap & the Prepotent Power of the rich coastal ancient & magnificent Italianate town of Merca Adday. Sterling Abdi Aruush would walk fearlessly flanked by her heavily armed kinsmen to her enemies & intimidate them thus: “I am Starlin Abdi Arush of the Habir (sic) Eji clan. Put down your gun or you will be dead by tomorrow.” See The Guardian, Monday, November 4, 2002 & The Financial Times of October 7, 2000 & “The war lady of Merca: Somalia’s first war lady” Aug 26 1999, The Economist. In 1992, in Mog, she introduced me to her French beau, one called, Roland Marshal, who was pretending to be a scholar & a writer but fooled no one: it was obvious to every one that he was a French bed bug i.e. a spy. Later on they married & kept on marring Merca by immiserating its citizens. Shakespeare is right: Nothing in her life became her like her leaving it when she was murdered in Nairobi!
Ina Yay: (Somali) Son of the jackal: Abdullahi Yusuf’s nickname: we Somalis say, “A man without a nickname is like a goat without horns.
Kalaabiin: (Arabic) Cunning & contemptible curs like the Koofiyo Dhuub.
Koofiyo Dhuub: Literally in Somali it means those who sport skinny, skimpy skullcaps; that is what the Cayr sported in the early 60s.
Macavity: See Macavity: The Mystery Cat: A poem by T. S. Elliot.
Mohamed Dhere: The Strongman whose word is the law in Johar.
Musa Arreh — Ingrese Arreh: A jibe at the Musa Arreh sept who are according to Somalis ardent anglophiles. See p. 157 of Laurence’s The Prophet’s Camel Bell. London: Macmillan & Co Ltd, 1963.
Nabad-diid: One who refuses & rejects peace out of hand & with contempt like the Kaffir Kofiyo Dhuub.
This long winter of Somalia’s discontent will be made glorious summer: An obvious allusion to Shakespeare’s Richard III:
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York…
See Togane’s pastiche entitled, Afwayne’s Nightmare that debuted at the Second International Congress of Somali Studies International Association held at the University of Hamburg, West Germany in August, 1983.
Two-bit pricks: “We are not inflicting pain on these fuckers… And I can’t believe we’re being pushed around by these two-bit pricks.” That is how the outraged President of the USA, Clinton, referred to Aidiid and his Habar Gidir Kaffir Koofiyo Dhuub: See Somalia and Iraq: Looking Back and Ahead at http://counterpunch.org/mickey03262004.html
Venus Kallipyga: “More usual spelling Callipygian, beauty of buttocks; the Callipygian Venus was a famous Greek statue.” Sir Richard Burton records, to his delight, that Somali women “are of the Venus Kallipyga order of beauty: the feature is scarcely ever seen amongst young girls, but after the first child it becomes remarkable to a stranger. The Arabs have not failed to make it a matter of jibe.
’Tis a wonderful fact that your hips swell
Like boiled rice or a skin blown out,
sings a satirical Yemeni: the Somali retort by comparing the lank haunches of their neighbours to those of tadpoles or young frogs.” See Burton’s First Footsteps In East Africa. Frederick A. Praeger, New York 1966, page 94.
USC: It stood for United Somali Congress: in its heyday, under the capable leadership of Somali patriot, Ismail Jima’ale, (Also known as Avocatto Ismail Jimale: avacatto is an Italian word for lawyer). He was a Somali patriot; the JFK of Somalia; the leader of the Somali opposition to the terror & the tyranny of Afwayne & his dirty Darod MAD MOD: the primitive & savage tribal troika, the modus operandi of Afwayne that tyrannized & terrorized Somalia for over two decades. MOD: “M stands for the patrilineage (Marrehaan) of the President; O for that of his mother—and this means the Ogaadeen people who live in the critically sensitive Ogaadeen border region of Ethiopia; and D for the Dulbahante, [‘literally he who conquered all the lands’]; the lineage of his son-in-law, aptly dubbed, Dafle, the snatcher, the head of the dreaded NSS [“Nasty Sickie Snatchers].” Afwayne’s storm troopers. “The implications were succinctly expressed in a popular explanatory verbal formula: The Marrehan are drunk on power; the Dulbahante are drunk on pride; the Ogaadeen are drunk on powdered milk.’” The Powdered milk donated by international aid signifies the fact the Ogaadeen were mostly refugees from Ethiopia; Somalia was not even their country. See page 165 of Lewis’s Blood & Bone: The Call of Kinship in Somali Society. Lawrenceville, N.J.: The Red Sea Press, 1994. Moreover, Lewis wryly observes that the worst excess of this “Daarood tyranny of Mohamed Siyaad Barre” was the attempted genocide of the Isaaq clan-family whose traditional tribal turf Afwayne wanted to hand over to the Ogaadeen, his maternal uncles and cousins. “Ogaadeeni refugees were at the same time encouraged to take over Isaaq shops and houses in what, after their bombardment by Siyaad’s forces, were effectively ghost towns. Thus, those who had been earlier received as refugee guests in northern Somaliland had supplanted their Isaaq hosts, and many of the latter, in this bitterest ironic turn of fate, had become refugees in the Ogadeen.” Ibid., 226. No wonder now the Northerners had seceded from our once solemn & sacred Somali Union & now taunt us Southerners as faqash: pigs & contemptible clowns & collaborators & coons & quislings of that foolish fiend, Afwayne. Conveniently forgetting that Egal, their late president, publicly confessed that indeed he was once a prominent member of Afwayne’s faqash!
Conveniently forgetting that many of Afwayne’s most trusted henchmen were not only northerns but also from the Issaaq clan-family! Indeed the very architects of the personality cult of Afwayne were none other than the most prominent leaders of the Issaaq clan: Omer Arteh, the former Foreign Minister of Afwayne and Ismail Ali Abokar, Afwayne’s own Vice President! See page 249 of Lewis’s A Modern History of the Somali: Nation and State in the Horn of Africa: Revised, Updated & Expanded. Athens: Ohio University Press, 2002.
Afwayne & the evil machinations of his Darod monster, MOD, destroyed Somali unity & led directly to what we Somalis are witnessing & suffering now: statelessness & no rule of law & the violent fragmentation of the once proud Somali nation into filthy factious fractious fiefdom Bantustans. What obtains right now in merciless Mog is the last gasp of the gangsterism & the goonism & the gûn-nisim of Afwayne’s rump regime, of his heirs, Cayrs, hellions, hellers & Hutu Hawiye camp followers. I hasten to add & underscore that no Somali clan (including the Issaaq) is innocent: each & every Somali clan contributed their fat fair share of clowns & clones & coons & crows & cronies & cowards & collaborators & quislings & lickspittles & cringers & tools & fools & flatterers & timeservers & toadies to dance with the dictator his dance macabre & mollycoddle his Darod MOD, the Somali Afwayne Frankenstein.
Ismail Jimale was a lawyer & human rights activist whose untimely death propelled & plunged Somalia into the lawlessness & the darkness of Habarkintirism & Habarkuulayism that it is still languishing in today. His untimely death diminished every Somali; dimmed the hopes and the aspirations of every Somali. General Aidiid and his Hutu Hawiye (primarily his Habar Gidir) completely trashed whatever that could have been salvaged from the terror & the tyranny of Afwayne and his Mad MOD.
For a while I served as the North American Envoy of the USC.
We are marching to Zion: See the hymn by Isaac Watts
