Hersi Is A literature Pirate
I wish I could have lyrics of a poem or song full of irony and sarcasm with a deadly weapon like the deceased Hero, Gariye the great. A fair jury with iron guts that can call a spade, a spade. An advocate and a spokesman for the silent majority. A dedicated tireless, clairvoyant, and volunteer for a positive dramatic change, like professor Gariy. Hargeisa had only two good men, one is dead and the other is unborn yet. Xamara Dagaage, Dalag iyo Hadhuudhkii, Ka damsiiyey Beeraha, Ninka Wadhaf U Deydayey, Ma Ha Duulin Baad Tidhi, Waligaaba Duub duub Dusha Ubax Ka Saar Saar, Dakhar Waa Halkiisii.
A fortune teller and an arm – reader, accurate and sharp in his prediction. A clairvoyant and a sooth sayer that chats with the stars and interprets the whispering of the wind. A compassionate preacher with humble presence. A play writer and a dramatist with an emblematic metaphor, and flowery language. A Somali Shakespearian and Raage Ugaas of the century, like professor Hadraawe. ( Daalaley ) Marka Hore Dad Baan Ahay, Dad Dad Reebay Baan Ahay, Duji Dhalan Rogtaan Ahay, Hadba Fadal Durkaan Ahay, Nabi Dooran Baan Ahay, Han Dareersan Baan Ahay, Da Dadeed U Talisoo Ugu Damac Fog Baan Ahay, Noloshaanu Daris Nahay, Dalan Doolka Geediga Dan Qudhaan U Jeeydaa, Beloo Doorkan Maanta Ah Adaan Daacad Ku Ahay………….. Ila Akhirkeeda.
An alarming sensor, and a genuine icon for a revolting nation. A figurative artist with immense imagination that has no boundary. A true Somali philosopher with dynamic magnitude that borrows non from other culture. A poet, novelist, and historical dramatist, and our own Pushkin ( Aleksander ). The first torch bearer who had lit the first candle for our uprising like, Abwaan Abdi Qays. ( Adigaaba Goreyeey Wabigii Ganaane iyo Gal Dur Dur Ah, Dul Joogo Guriga Samaadee, Guunyadii Arligu Mee Miyey Hali Ka Guuxdaa, Wixii Guul Aroora Miyu Ceelka Gadha.
A traditionalist friendly with nature and the environment. A cherished mentor and an inspiring role model for the Somali culture. A play writer with impressive, and an elegant expressions that captures your imagination. A poet with romantic narrative poem who touched the hearts of so many lovers, like Abwaan Hassan Ganay. Xariir Lagu Dakeeyiyo Damash iima Yaalee, Ninkaan Daar Cad Kaga Jiray, Distidi iyo Fijaanada Dibada Haygu Soo Qubo.
A poet marked as the unknown – soldier who produces a silky prose and verses that heals a poor man’s wounds and reflects his cause. A freelance writer that pinpoints where the shoe is pinching. Dressed up with a fashionable style that is perfect in taste and flavor. A poet with a sharp vision that illustrates his motto of rule and behaviour in a juicy flowering language like the unknown soldier, Abwaan Ibrahim Gadhle. Maskax Daadu Yeey Noqon Maqal Lagula Leeyahay, Lagu Furo Masaabiir Iyo Dhor Mafaatiix, Sida Macawisa Qaar Ninba Maalin Yuu Xidhan. A master of all those fatal tools and a trigger in hand. What you expect is nothing, but smash and ash of the spider web and it’s henchmen. For sure I will jump the gun.
Mr.Herse, the maverick, unbranded alien, with the jack knife is pirating, plundering, and trespassing illegally through the cavity of the deceased poets, who can’t defend their rights, like mohamoud Elmi Bulaale and Ahmed Ismail Deria ( qaasin ). But we, the serious somalilanders are acting on behalf of them, and filed a case against him and he has pleaded guilty under Article 81( xeerka ciqaaabta Somaliland ), of break and enter in to the hearts and minds of deceased heroes who can’t fight for their rights . As well as illegal copy writing of poems all rights are reserved for the owners. You are liable to imprisonment of three years with hard labor and no parole. Mr.Herse, going with the speed of light is too bad for your age and time. You have no rights to intimidate and threaten innocent citizens who has no a clue of how you are entitled to do so. Let not the sands of time get in to your lunch of the day. To live your life to the fullest, you have got to be a master of economics. Mr.Herse, sin has many tools but a lie is the handle that fits them all. Tell that sheer nonsense and fishy story to the camel drivers in your badly built camp full of vampires, and wild beasts. You are a stinking regime deadly infected with serious greed, deception, and out – right – lie. Mr.Herse, you are acting as a black American street preacher who carries a small portable Organ in the streets of New York. Teaching Christianity to the white people. Publicly raising his voice against the vast skepticism and apathy of life. Trying his best to associate terrorism to the humiliation and the destruction that the Americans do in the third World and Moslem countries. Mr.Herse, iif you zeal up our lips, there is always a physical reaction that includes an increased heart beat from seventy to one hundred twenty beats per minute. Because if the salivary glands shuts off. The endorphins and oxytocin which are hormones produced within the brain and the nervous system, and have a pain killing effect, stops functioning. Here then comes the disaster. We shoot each other instead of shouting at each other. As our false brothers in Mogadishu do. I am afraid that this is the hidden agenda of our big brother, Xaaji Axmed, the son of mamma Bureeqa.
Being a father of eight kids with unshaved heads and a wife with a ringing tongue. Plus the political hiccups of President Silanyo. Sleeping has become lighter and more difficult to persuade. That is why I often have a premonitory bad dreams that signals in my intuitions, due to the mysterious narrow vision of our politicians in the political arena. A missing relationship of trust in between the public and the political leaders is a crucial factor. That is why our political pledges don’t see the light of the day time. They are desperate for help but shying away from asking, due to their deep ignorance. Because they have been blinded by the gold – dust. That is why they can read neither our lips, nor our hearts. Because Mr.Silanyo believes that the Self – Absorbed – Act of taking, is a worthy quality. But giving without expectation of reward like Mr.Hadraawi, is regarded as an eccentric one. Who knows where it might lead us to? In a country where all mired in poverty, unemployment, illiteracy, and disease. While some of special interest – group jealously hoarding good amount of fortune of the Nation’s Treasury. And yet they are baffled by the resentment their ill action generates. Slamming the door on our face in this age and time. Mr.Herse, a window – User spends one third of his life in sleeping, one third in hesitating, and one third in waiting.
A leadership deadly infected with serious greed, deception, and out – right – Lie. Lack of National Purpose of Direction is the symptoms of my killing disease. It is a Bizarre ! No jokes from now and then. The thought is too scary rather than to be funny. Stay tuned and watch. Good guys have to shoot so the evil must not win. We need a messiah with a gimmick – stick to intervene. Just an appropriate school for my betrayed child, an affordable Electricity, and a healthy water to drink. That is all for my demands right now, until my favorite Heroes like Mr.Six, or the uninflammable Tank, Mr.Adan Suleiman, restores back life and comes back from their Self – Imposed – Exile. Time change and people change, but Mr.Silanyo never changes for betterment. Mr.Silanyo, we have heard you saying. “ My friends can do no wrong, and my opposition can do no right. But obsession in power and megalomania shortens the ruling term of dictators. The blood is not dry yet and the bruises are not healed.
Mr.Silanyo, at least one day act like a leader, and talk like a leader.
Mr.Herse, you are cute when you are angry. I am sorry to let you know that your neck – Tie style irritates my girlfriend.
Thank you for being totally ugly.
Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton
Canada