If We Share The Sky, Why Don’t We Share The Land?

That is a question crying for an answer. That is the challenge between the SNM Khulafa – Al – Rashideen and Musaylama Al – Kadab. That is the straw that broke the camel’s back. That is a lullaby soothing song of Grandma to send the child to sleep. Mr.Silanyo, the Governor of Somaliland, thank you for being a pure Somalist in bone and blood. Congratulation ! That is better than travelling in your old, dark tunnel. As a point of reference, I would like to remind my reader, my first article titled as ( Musaylama Al Kadab ) that was printed immediately after Mr.Silanyo excluded all the SNM and the UFO Cadres from his first new Government Cabinet – ministers. After he kept at arms – length, his close and intimate friends that were the pillars of the Kulmiye Party. Even his intimate, close friends like Abdirahman Abdulkader and Mohamed Abdi Iskeerso who were the pillars of the Kulmiye Party. I mention this, just as a brief reminder of the first impression and the image that Mr.Silanyo reflected on the masses brain – screen. That article was referring Mr.Silanyo to that Arab Badawe, who falsely claimed as a prophet, during and after the prophet Mohamed, peace and bless upon him. That false claimed Arab Badawe wrote a letter to prophet Mohamed saying “ Good news, I am a Prophet too! So you be the prophet of Hijaz Area, and I will be the prophet of Najd. “ The last treaty in Turkey interprets the same tone in rank and file.

Dear country man, Oprah Winfrey once said: Eloquence is saying the right thing at the right time. Listen closely as those around you speak. Every time you forgive a man. You weaken him, and you strengthen yourself. Early in life, I learned that if you want to be heard, speak up; if you want to be seen, stand up; but if you want to appreciate, just sit down. But as an Octogenarian old man, I have learned lately that crying out peacefully in protest against an African politician, will accomplish nothing worthwhile. As they never grow up and always remain in their Toddling – Stage. Dear reader, give every man your ear but few your voice. Drama is life with the dull bits cut out. It is not the pace of life that concerns us, but it is the sudden stop at the end. In argument, a woman always has the last word. Anything a man says is the beginning of a new chapter. Dear reader, all great men in World history reappeared in one fashion or the other. The guy you get acquainted through the Internet, mostly looks different from the image you had perceived in the reflections of your intuitions. That is what happened to the masses of Somaliland. In particular the SNM Veterans and the Caucus of the Kulmiye Party. Mr.Silanyo, absurdity is a statement or belief manifestly inconsistent with one’s opinion. You should not pick a college just because it has a great dinning – hall, lush – gardens, fancy – theatre, and beautiful secretary. You will never do anything in this World without courage. Whatever you can do, or you believe you can do. Courage and boldness plays the biggest role. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honour. Courage has genius, power, and magic. But the Son of Bureeqa lacks that character.

Mr.Silanyo, people more than things. have to be respected, reformed, briefed , restored, revived, renamed, reclaimed, and redeemed. Never throw anyone you shared misery once in your life – span. Remember, when nature has a work to be done. It creates those daring men to do the job. Those genius guys that discovered the Kill Gene, and who knows how to disuse it and switch it off. So that Human Immortality becomes real and enables people to live for ever. They can’t predict the impact and the backlash of a Civil – War of an uprising nation. I mean, when people revolt to an aging, long – standing corrupted regime; through upheavel or civil – war. Nobody can visualize the ramifications of the changes. Science can change easily the Genetic Code. But can’t predict the outcome of a civil – war and it’s social injustices. But for sure, according to our experience, war leaves a country with three Armies. An Army of Cripples, An Army of Mourners, and An Army of Thieves.

Dear Country Men, every nation on the earth planet has it’s own noblemen and Heroes that contributed tangible victories and fame to their history – archives through sacrifice and hard – work. Either in wars or exploration, or in Science and Technology. Those heroes are threaded in the myths and legends of that particular nation, and are passed to their children from one generation to another. And Somaliland is no exceptional. But as far as my poor memory can recall. Somalilanders never had gone through a wide range of significant wars or inventions that were of vital importance to our existence as a nation. With the exception of those local tribal Dog – Fights for the control of water – sources and pasture areas. Besides that, there were no some Scholars or Scientists that had participated in the race of Science and Technology. That unveils enough evidence that this nation never been put under fire, as a test to prove how solid they are, and what kind of fibre their tissue are made of, before the late vampire Siyad Bare. Owing to that, we never had genuine reputed Heroes that are widely recognized. Regardless to some self – nominated tribal leaders, and pro – colonial Chiefs. Plus some local traders that had some convenient stores used to sell candy, rice, sugar, and oriental spices. Originally obtained their capital investment from the profitable market of the slave – trade. Those illiterate Cults and their Off – springs were treated as Heroes and a Think – Tank as a source of wisdom and colonial power. But those proclaimed tribal Heroes mostly turned to be scaring chickens, and Paper – Tigers under the Research – Laboratory – Tools of Siyad Bare. All those who hurled to save this nation, and responded promptly to our Emergency – Call , were the sons of the farmer, the herdsmen, tea – shop owner, the labourer, the soldier, and the son of the devoted widow. Consequently, our genuine Heroes of the UFO and the SNM Cadres are registered in our archives as the sole true genuine Heroes, and will remain for ever as Souvenirs for our freedom and pride. They are our true Icon and the Emblem of our Renaissance.

We can bet with the presidential post, Key post Ministers, but the Status – Quo of our Heroes are unconditioned, uncompromising, and Un – negotiable. They can’t be disdainful as they are more than ( Qulateeyn ). We Will forgive but we will not forget our past.

Unfortunately those true Heroes who had sacrificed with their bone and blood are now less in value than the laboratory Rats in the Research Labs of Mr.Silanyo. Every now and then, a jerk politician use them as a Step – Ladder, then he throws them in his Junk – Yard, after wards. Left behind and thrown in the Oblivion – Shelf. Have no a Saying in the Architect of our destiny, and regarded as discreditable. Above that, now their security and safety is trembling on the balance. As Mr.Silanyo is trying to blackmail them to be Tongue – Tied. Otherwise to be held behind – bars in the Robben Island prison of South Africa. Mr.Silanyo, if you put our innocent Heroes in prison, that is the end of your rule and reign. Prepare your Mafia RRU for the Tahrir – Square in Somaliland. Put your Mafia red brigade in full – Gear and high – Alert. Serious Somalilanders, if Mr.Silanyo succeedes in that stupid notion, you have to realize that Somaliland will completely be transformed in to Robben Island Prison of South Africa. Our future – destiny is the stake on the frying – pan. Mr.Silanyo, you have lied to Somalilanders more than the Tobacco – Industry lied to the whole World. This is the Forth time you misled and you betrayed our genuine Heroes of the UFO and the SNM Vetrans. Alas ! The Orange Revolution turned in to ash and dust. The physical downhill is as quick as the psychological depression. Every morning is another rude awakening for all of us. But no one needs a Colander to die. A man is of little use when his wife is a widow. Mr.Silanyo, to every opinion now is eccentric, was once accepted by you. Why do you Tip – Toe now pass the medicine – cabinet? Is it because you don’t want to wake up the Sleeping – Pills. There is no I, in a team – work. You are an infidel and hypocrite under mask. Introducing a Religion that is friendly to the communist party and have a good relationship with the Weatern World. You are an Eastern with Western roots. As it recorded in your Family – Tree. We know that you were given the Year’s Award – Shaw of the Oscar’s and Emmy’s – Reward in Washington Dc in December, 2009. In – return, to distance yourself from the UFO and the SNM Cadres. Partly because they are Staunch Sovereigntists, and partly because of their Suni – Faith. Mr.Silanyo, we are sure you believe that Islam is a rival authority that needs to be controlled and suppressed. A Platform for bombs, explosives, terrorists, and rejection to Civilization. Mr.Silanyo, we know that you don’t believe in the coming after – life, but take an extra pair of under – wear, just in case. Mr.Silanyo, for now, you are fat and happy. But we don’t know how long you will sustain in that mood. But we are sure for only one thing. You are not going to retire at the mandatory – Age. Dear reader, the Traditional Leaders has been baptized and already had a baby – shower by Mr.Silanyo.

My expected Bee – Hive of the National Assembly turned in to wild – Bees that eats alone the honey that it prepares. They are playing the role; “ you scratch my back, and I will scratch your back. “ They all look alike, like father, like son. Dear Country Men, owing to that we have no other choice but to sit around the entombed – graves of our deceased Heroes, lighting mourning – candles and incense while wearing grim – faces. Singing those grievous prose and verses of Abwan Abdi – Qais, Professor Hadrawe, Ibrahim Gadhle, and the deceased ProfessorMr.Gariye, as a healing process. Swallowing thoroughly a bitter cocktail of defeat and surrender, poured in a vulnerable cup of Glass. Let every foe or friend know, whether he wishes us good or ill. That all the Somaliland diaspora, and intellectuals are rallying behind the Khulafaa – Al – Raashidiin of the SNM caucus. Reciting the Songs of my deceased Hero Professor Gaariye, Lug Baa Jeeni Dhaafto, Dhalo Tidhi Ma Maqasheen, Xaajada Dhan Baan Ahay, Dhax Dhaxaad Ma’aan Ihi. As well as Ibrahin Gadhle ( Mulaax ) Waxaad Shalayto Mudatiyo Mahadhada Xusuusnoow, Halku Qorigu Ka Muday, Marlabaad Lugtaadiyo, Cagtu Yaaney Kula Marin. Maskaxdaadu Yeey Noqon, Maqal Lagula Leeyaha, Lagu Furo Masaabiir Iyo Dhowr Mafaatiix, Sida Macawisa Qaar, Ninba Maalin Yuu Xidhan. Abwaan Cabdi Qays, Geestayada mayuu Faras Gaashaan Qaadi Jooga, Geeri Weeye Cadhu ye, Sotan Laysay Gaajadu, Midaad Garabka Saartiyo, Miyuu Geeysi Noolyahay, Hadi Guunyo Lala Tago, Miya Lagu Gurmanaya, So Kan Caato Gaabshe, Higsanaaya Geediga. Professor Hadrawe, Idinka Degdegayo, Diihaal La Sahaye, Oo Nafta Doojinaaye, Dar Darsada Wadaamaa. These will remain as my Quotations for survival, for ever. You can see below, the List of the names of the supporters of a single town in Canada.

Mr.Governor of Somaliland, thank you for being totally ugly. It is my holly assignment to upset and irritate any corrupted regime like yours and it’s followers. To say on your face. You are ugly, bad, rude, fruitless, barren woman, and arrogant at the same time.

I am proud to be one of the students of Professor.Dauid Khayre Adde. He is my mentor and my reference – box – station of wisdom, nationalism, and thought.

Ibrahim Mead, Malmal Iyo Dabqaad Hoo, Ila Didi Abeesada.

Yusuf Deyr, Edmonton, Alberta

Canada