The Bedwetting Policy of Mr.Silanyo Regime
I know why the caged birds are reciting the mourning song of condolence. The heart is where the home is. History, despite it’s wrenching pain, can not be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not to be lived again. As An Octogenarian baby – boomer, I have learned lately in life, that people will forget the irritating remarks that you said, people will forget their broken bones , but will never forget how down and helpless you let them feel. In our past days of doom and gloom Abwan Hassan Ganay said, Aar Miciya Weeyn Baan, Maqlayaa Codkiisii, Masna Wuxu Ka Urayaa, Muskan Aniga II Dhaw, Alla Magane Nolashani Maxay Halis Mareeysaa, Malka Waxanu Wada Naal, Milyan Habar Dugaagoo, Midna ii Arxama Heeyn, Ayaguna Is Magan Gelin, Mirta Laysku Gooyaa, Musanoga Baxayaa, Waa Maatadeeydii, Waxa Meel Kastaba Yaal, Meydkoodi Weeyaan, Maxasta Iyo Caruurtaa, Bahalu Masruuftaan, Marikan Cidhiiyoon Sidee Baan U Mareeyn, Waxan Ahay Mudh Iyo Gacan, Mucsur Qaawan Baan Ahay, Mooloo Na Nabad Geli. This is for the record.
Dear reader, as I quoted several times in my previous articles, there is an International Conspiracy against the Sovereignty of Somaliland with the co-operation of it’s own leaders. Our castle is threatened from the interior and we are our own enemy. The puppet president who has failed to clean his own messy house in Mogadishu is claiming the annexation of Sool and Sanag Provinces. While the Money – maniac Government of Hargeisa, is tongue – tied without respond and silent. As they are busy in hoarding the money laundering. The Evil Empires in Mogadishu and Putland is triggering the clashes of conflict and adding fuel to the fire of the deserted Shia in the east, and the ignored out cry for power – sharing and justices of the Wahabist in the west. Above that , the dark bottle Mr.Silanyo is always investing in the wind of war, conflict, chaos, and instability. Sweeping our hearts with forks and knives and taking the love of our hearts, and putting water in our veins. Planting seeds of hatred and malice among family and friends in the Suni population. The whole nation is travelling through a dark tunnel full of thorns, explosives, and bubby – traps. Going to the bridge to nowhere. While his greedy regime of Wild – Bees is hoarding money and power in a merciless fashion. At the same time Mr.Silanyo is compelling us to recite repeatedly that old nasty lyrics of his Godfather, the late vampire. “ You are the sun, you are the moon.” Manoeuvring fruitless Russian dead projects here and there. Introducing ten bizarre ways to die, and applying the barrel of the apartheid – gun as a gag to silence the miserable masses. Shooting the messenger without studying the message.
The last abhorring incident of the murder of of two military officers with a high profile and the ill – scheme in which the Government facilitated the murderer to escape from the fortified military facility.
Which shocked many and led to a whirlwind of questions on social media that manifested the contempt and mockery to justices of the dark – bottle, Mr.Silanyo. It is the present Gabile and Borama sitcom that made many to cry, and many others to chuckle, and put hand – in – chin, as a sign of disbelief. Every morning of Silanyo Era is another rude awakening for all of us, and another nail in our coffin.
Dear reader, in the Second World War after the Japanese attack on Pearl – Harbor. The internment uprooted the Japanese Americans , robbing them of their homes, lands, farms immediately after the attack. Many families burned all items remotely related to Japan. Including books, photographs, letters, and family heirlooms, fearful that these would be seen as evidence of disloyality to the United States. Once Executive Order 9066 of Stamp Duty was issued, Japanese individuals grew increasingly fearful and sacrificed even more of their possessions in haste. Personal belongings and entire business were sold with in days for a fraction of their worth. Where some Japanese Americans who entrusted their belongings in the custody of Non – Japanese, returned after the war. Found their buildings destroyed or vandalized, and personal possessions broken or stolen. Farms are burned or claimed by the Americans, and equities in Land and Buildings, built up over a life time for many Japanese Americans disappeared without record. The same syndrome happened to the Shia inhabitants in the east, after the Silanyo military occupation, for the simple reason factor of a swimming – pool in Kalshaale..
To add fuel to the fire, after the pathfinders of the Jewish Community of Baligubadle origin, residing presently in London, supported the political platform of the Wadani Opposition Party. The Silanyo Government with the lizard brain and zero tolerance , instantly stopped that dead project of the road that connects Baligubadle to Hargeisa as a punishment and a blackmail to the Jewish Community in Baligubadle; for siding with the political platform of the Wadani Party. As the Jewish Community in Baligubadle is regarded as a Second class citizens next to the Oromo Community in Hargeisa. Mr.Silanyo, drink from the sea. Who cares love? Hell with your money – laundering.
Dear reader, to make you laugh, there was a sneak – rapist who used to sneak after midnight to an adulterate woman without the notice of her husband. One night by a technical fault and a wrong signal by the sneak – rapist. In the moment of orgasm when the rapist was almost to ejaculate semen. The husband noticed that his wife’s abdominal part is shaking beyond normal. He stood up immediately on his feet while struck with rapid – eye – movement and ran after the sneak – rapist. After he failed to catch the sneak – rapist , he returned back and asked his wife. “ Who the hell is this man? “ His wife replied in a passive resistance and soft voice. “ I was wondering how small the penis of my husband Sheikh Raage is ! “ What a poor impatient leader!
Those who used to feel shame has vanished long time ago. Mr.Silanyo, hell with your money – laundering. Give it to your opportunist, ignorant, and cow – boy actor, Mr.Ali Waran Cade who can’t distinguish between the hat of the cow – boy – girl, and the hat of that stinking cow – boy of taxes, who showers once in a blue – moon. Your minister of interior who believes that all that glitters is gold. That ignorant minister of the KGB origin of the late vampire, and now feeds lions with fresh meat while his neighbour is fasting for days and months.
Mr.Silanyo, you are unwanted chapter in our history. Your side of the road is always dusty.
Mr.Silanyo, let me ask you, Is there a rainbow in your cloud? I doubt much.
Good bye with a ring and a kiss.
Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton, Canada