Somalilanders,The Tartars Are Coming Back !

It needs no saying that our beloved State, Somaliland is running on the edge of the cliff, and our faith is trembling on the balance. As we are led by an octogenarian leader who had no a washing – prayer since his head hit the earth planet. Owing to that, as a punishment from Allah, we are encountered by the most critical situation since the birth of this sacred piece of land, which is the icon of stability, and liberty. An Island which used to be, the cradle of peace and democracy surrounded by a scary ocean full of sharks and wild beasts, is suffering from anemia. Although it has a lot of blood donors. Under the leadership of Mr.Silanyo, our beloved Country is almost to collapse and disintegrate into tiny territories ruled by rubbish sultans and ignorant chiefs. A sense of alarm and even despair crept across the whole nation since the arrival of Mr.Silanyo. Voice in the wilderness as unheeded advocate of a false reform. Mr.Winston Churchill once said, Manna in the wilderness was not more than welcome. It felt only just in time. Mr.Silanyo, All that glitters is not gold. If You are a good mind reader, you can feel the growing tense of pressure, resentment, despair, and discontent of the whole nation of Somaliland. Instead of diagnosing the symptoms of his epidemic disease, and writing the appropriate prescription. He is showering us with fairy tale fiction stories and killing – lies up to the teeth. Disqualifying all genuine Lie – Detectors like Mujahid, Ali Gure. He never agree or disagree with the provocative statements of the Tartars from Mogadishu. Due to his abstaining and being tongue – tied , the

Tartars are exceeding the limit of provocation. Demanding amnesty and pardon for the War – Criminal and human – Butcher, Mr.Mohamed Ali Samater. That war – criminal who is claiming openly the responsibility of the genocide and mass – graves that he committed against our beloved ones. At the same time telling us through the lip – service of Mr.Silanyo that they can’t spare our fraternity and brotherhood. Dear reader, no wonder if we see tomorrow, Mr.Morgan participating in the prepared peace dialogue, and chairing the reconciliation debate, that will be held in London soon, in the coming days. Mr.Morgan, civilized nations know what war is. There is scarcely a capital in Europe which has not been in war in the last hundred years. The result is the lively realisation of the awful consequences of war which maintains now, the peace of Europe. But African brutal mentality like yours, does not know what war is. As Somalilanders, for all our experience, war is hideous and appalling. War to us doesn’t mean what it means to the Ex – Italian Colony of Mogadishu. War to them is a way of making your living by robbery and rape. But what is our weapon for victory, then? It is, do right and fear no man. It is our will- power. Mahatma Gandhi said, Surrender has no room in my plan of life. Our weapon of winning is mutual respect, compromise, and power sharing. Mr.Morgan, by now, you are enough to irritate us, but you are no more enough to scare us. By now, we know that you are nothing but a bullying school boy who can shoot only, the unarmed civilians. Bear in mind, that Somalilanders has no more appetite, for Spaghetti and Banana. We all quitted the bad habit of drinking Johar bloody Caesar vodka, with the exception of only one, who is a left handed

man. We all have a gigantic appetite for an Ethiopian dish of Tipsy and Anjera, and Qasqasa Beer bottled in Ethiopia. Served by an Ethiopian smiling face with a courtesy and pride. Politely pronouncing that soft spoken Amharic word (ISHi Getaayo). We are spending our summer holiday in the high mountains of the New Flower City, with thirteen months of sunshine. More seriously, not even looking southwards direction, and too allergic to the Italian language totally. Dear reader, I don’t know how Mr.Silanyo will introduce that tattered flag of Somalia to the twenty years of age college graduate who born and bred under the flag of Somaliland. Anytime, means no time. Count me out for ever.

Tartars from Samarkand, It is not your fault, it is the fault of our spiritual leader and teacher. Nourishing us with fake water – bottle, instead of a bottle – milk. That is why every one’s palm is on his chest as a sign of a future shock. Worried about, how the weather is going to be tomorrow? Nobody knows where we are heading to, and who is running the country? Who is our foe, and who is our friend? We got stuck on the bridge to nowhere. In every assignment that we are given, we never get the genuine answer from our spiritual leader and teacher. What is the done deal in Turkey? Somalilanders, are we that much dumb to believe that a president of a nation will invite another head of State, then will apologize to see his guest simply because the host is infected with influenza? What a boggy sheer nonsense! More disgustingly, in the coming days our president is going a tour to the United Kingdom opening again the paradox – box for the next time since his inauguration to the office. The UK that breast feeds the Tartars in

Samarkand (Mogadishu) but staining our reputation with a false accusation of being a shelter for the terrorist, has invited our spiritual leader and teacher in London. Sir, wise words stand for the test of time. There is an old wisdom as Somalilanders, we inherited from our forefathers, quoted as follows: “The wild arrogant American man has only one tongue and one stomach, and he speaks his own heart. But that respectable, shy British man has two tongues and two stomach. He will introduce first a needle where he wants a camel to go through.” Alas! our deep attachment to Her Majesty the Queen, reciting since childhood the National Anthem “ God Save The Queen “, is in vain. Who has a clue of the puzzle with the exception of Mr.Herse, the pampered child of Somaliland? I can smell blood in the water. Our leaders are telling us some sweet slogans easy to remember, while telling a different one to the International Community. The Tartars are leading the game and Mr.Silanyo is serving in the bench. Since he came to the throne Mr.Silanyo offered us nothing but pain and blood, discontent and despair, toil and sweat with no gain, no goose. In rigging the Election there is no doubt, and no difference of opinion. The point that, between the casting of the last vote and firing the first shot , there was an ample time that peaceful solution could be reached, if his Government was having the intention of good faith. Your recent conciliatory offer arrangement to the Xaqsoor Party for integration, is nothing but a false bait of a fishing reel. To bury alive in disgrace and humiliation the master – mind of the Party. I can bet with my last penny. The Xaqsoor party will not forget their own bloody – Sunday of Northern Ireland in Jan 1972. When the British troops shot

thirteen marchers who were protesting against the Government’s policy. Or in Russia in 1905 when troops attacked and killed hundreds of unarmed workers gathered in St. Petersburg to present a petition to the Czar. The Xaqsoor Party should cast their eyes back to the fact that no consideration of humanity prevented the Silanyo Regime from throwing burning shells into the dwelling houses of Axmed Dhagax community and the peacefully demonstrating teenagers. Did the best they could to starve the inhabitants of that District. Trying to compel the party members to live upon rats and like atrocious food until the party surrender itself to the integration of the Kulmiye Party. I can assure you right now and I can bet with my last penny.

Every now and then, a thick fog shadowing our dream of Sovereignty and Independence. But Mr.Silanyo, remains deaf to the voice of reason and gives a blind eye to the fruitful advice of his own people. Disqualifying all the lie – Detectors like Mujahid Ali Gure. Mr.Silanyo, we know that you believe that democracy is more vindictive than communism. That is why you are grinning from ear to ear when you see Somalilanders, nowadays, more timid and scared. But remember, a prudent man insures his house against fire, and tomorrow is another day. Serious Somalilanders get prepared, the Tartars are coming!

Able was I, err I saw Elba. Mr.Silanyo, I can read and see the evil – eye from your gloomy face with the aged wrinkles…

Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton, Canada