Somalilanders, Nation First!
There is an old Somali Saying or a proverb that says. A young She – Donkey has more fur and seems that it is more beautiful than the Mother – Parent. But after a while when it grows up and gets a bit older. it develops that ugly forehead of the parent – mother. Dressed up with more dangerous back – kicks and more worse disgusting fetor of offensive smell than the mother – parent. That is a perfect analogy similar to Mr.Silanyo and his coach and teacher, the late vampire. Just like father, like son. Mr.Silanyo, Islam never dies, but it gets sick for a while. Mr.Silanyo, nothing is new. All Somaliland critics, commentators, election observers, and all Newspaper editors, already had predicted your ill –views. Nothing is new. But remember! Nobody will go to Mogadishu except you. You can take a horse to a water but you can’t make him drink. Previously you came from Mogadishu alone by yourself, and now you will die there alone by yourself.. I hate to say I told you, but I did. Dear Somalilanders, Nation First! We must use the brain, not led by emotions and individualism.
I don’t know who is me yet. I have to discover myself again A hole needs filling in my wisdom tooth. The tiny Island of peace and stability crumbled under the weight of it’s own decay – leadership. The democratic State with multi – party system fractured in to segments, tribes, clans, and regions. All in a Tug of war. A decay – leadership that cracking the society and dividing them instead of glueing them together. To day the political climate of Somaliland is so toxic with various factions and divisions, each fighting individually for it’s own rights. That is speeding up the down fall of what we cherished for decades with beads of sweat of hard work and blood. Simply because we are a hog – tied nation under the blackmailing of some tribal – cults with cultish ideas. Mr.Silanyo, every failure teaches a man something if he is willing to learn. We, the serious Somalilanders must stick and hold tightly in both hands as well as in mind, the word Hope for a better tomorrow. Using it as our solo deadly weapon against surrender and despair, or abandon hope for a better tomorrow. By cooling down and proceed the peaceful – approach of solving problems through dialogue and compromise, instead of violence. That is the only safest approach we can defeat the African – Political – Culture that believes in Money – Totems as a power and wealth. We must shout at each other instead of shooting each other. In contrary to our false brothers in Mogadishu. Not placing a line – spotted hand against our bosom and speeding up the pulse rate of our hearts.
Dear reader, time is a file that wears and makes no noise. Hope ties us to the future as memory ties us to the past. Mr.Silanyo, your dark past is playing tricks on your mind. That is why you always fill our ears with wax; and that is why every word from your mouth is tickling our throat. But what pains us trains us.
Mr.Silanyo, if you have many faces. Your brain acts as if your ideas are going down a constricted pipe – line through a dark tunnel. Turn your face to the sunshine, so the people can see your true colors. But never try to give us the fat with the lean. It won’t work with us. Every one of us knows where his shoe pinches. A rebellion to a freedom fighter like Hassan Issa, Ibrahim Dhagaweeyne, Mohamoud Hussein Omer Hashi, and many others, is disobedience to God. But whom the God would destroy; they hate the noble men and they love the snooty. Justice, good judgment, actions, looks, and words are the steps from the Alphabet by which you can spell the character of a person. It is better to limp on the right road, than to speed up on the wrong road. A poet can survive everything, but misprint. It is a breach against the Human Rights Act to impose your ill views on unwilling listeners. Alas! Our Orange Revolution turned in to ash and dust. The physical down – hill is as quick as the psychological depression. Every morning is another rude awakening for all of us. A man is of a little use when his wife is a widow. Dear Somalilanders, there is a time to fish and a time to dry the nets. We have no other choice but to sit around the entombed graves of our dead heroes. Lighting mourning candles and mosque – incense praying for help. While wearing grim faces, singing those grievous prose and verses of Abdi Qais and our deceased Gariye, as a healing process. Swallowing a bitter cocktail of pain and sorrow poured in to a vulnerable cup of glass. It is a bizarre ! The thought is too scary rather than to be funny. Stay tuned and watch.
Patience, hope, stability, and peace are the only deadly weapon that we can encounter against the African political culture that believes in Money – Totems to hold power and wealth. Peace and patience are the only safest approach that a celibate nation like we, could have to abstain from illegal marriage to Mogadishu. Rather shouting at each other instead of shooting each other like our false brothers in Mogadishu. Because this is not a Silanyo World, this is our World and destiny. Even though, yesterday was a painful memory, today is dark, and there is no a promising tomorrow. Yet violence and shattering tranquility won’t solve our problems. We must use the brain instead of the muscle. Serious Somalilanders remember that Mahatma Gandhi Said. Surrender has no room in my plan of life. We need urgently to unite our vital forces; and build a protective barrier to shield us from the Ill – Conceived Scheme of Mr.Silanyo. That intentionally planning to shatter our peace, stability, tranquility of law and order. We must be in a hurry to dismantle his sabotage before the sky rains blood. Those who attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, peasant or prince. Mr.Silanyo, you can’t alter your past bad history, by trying to ruin our present.
Mr.Silanyo, for now you are fat and happy. But we don’t know how long you will sustain that good mood. But we are sure for one thing. You are not going to retire at the mandatory – age. I can print that for sure right now. Your stupid kiss on the wrong cheek, will lead you to the mysterious World of unexpected surprises.
Dear country men, Nation First. We are sponsored by a cunning fox with a dual citizenship; who carries in his pocket, a federalist pin – Code as well as a sovereignty ID Card. Mr.Silanyo, thank you for your party logo of shaking hands with Mogadishu. You pleaded guilty to unlawful confinement of democracy, by flashing all those startling revelations for crossing the traffic red light.
The three piece suit is yours and the shame is ours. Thank you for being totally ugly.
Mr.Silanyo, you are cute when you are angry!
Remember, tomorrow is another day.
Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton, Alberta
Canada