Somaliland, a wounded country!

Somalilanders are betrayed by those who were entrusted (wrongly) to protect them. She has been looted to the deck. Somaliland has been sold!
The hopes and aspiration of the people were buried. But we shall dig them out. We shall prevail. The end belongs to us.
Somaliland must never loose hope “ those who loose hope are astray” Allah said.

If the idiocy of Awil and ina Sulob, and flock prevails (which I don’t hope) then every one will go to his or her tribal region and that is what we don’t want to happen, thus we have to confront the evildoers. If their way prevails (god forbid) then some one will end up wearing a pair of dirty red sheets looking after his camels with no breakfast, with no lunch! Still others will also end up to become an undesired refugees with stolen money in their brief cases, scared, never know what to do and where to settle. They end up miserable creatures looking over their shoulders and that is what they deserve!

The ‘trio’ and followers are traitors. They are evil menders! They disgraced Somaliland. They damaged the hopes and aspirations of the people of Somaliland. They have been busy creating confusion and clan conflicts since they joined Riyaal’s government. They are like poles and immediately attracted each other. They are like poles of evil! Their evil intention was clear to the eyes that can see and the mind that can think! They are more provocative lately. Now the people found them selves holding the end of the rope!

The evildoers are playing the tribal mantra! They are trying to create a wedge between brotherly clans! They sponsor hate between communities living together like their boss did in ‘ceelbardali’-the northern territory of Gabiley region! That is their satanic agenda, but let it be known to every body that their tribe is our tribe too! With the exception of the ‘due’ we were in the trenches together for years. We suffered together. We died together. We survived together, and together we shall prevail over the evil, over the ‘trio ‘and we shall prosper thereafter.

Awil and ina Solub were not with their clans at the time mentioned above. They were not with their clans when their clans subjected ethnic cleansing scheme! They were on the side the genocidal regime of Siyad Barre!
On the other hand, we were there together, striving to survive and triumph over the perpetrators and we did. Where were they at that time? We were there. How dare do they want to create hate between the rest of the brotherly clans? That is who they are. And the end belongs to the righteous.

As to their Boss /hostage, (we don’t know which is which) it is clear to any one with eyes to see and mind to process thought and ears to hear that the Boss/hostage guy, Mr. Riyaale was and is a traitor. All any one with the above faculties needs is to
a) Read his background and history
b) Follow his actions, which speak, louder from day one when he (wrongly) landed
The Presidency! The rest is a people in delusional state of mind!

Now Riyaale is said to be restless and erratic. His demons are working overtime as those of Awil and Ina Solub are!
Whenever some one asks him any question he jumps up from his seat and proclaims, “ I am the president, I am the leader”!
As I was told, a minister in his cabinet told him,” DR, look behind you, no one is following you!” “Who cares about the people? Go and tell Awil about this!” Riyaale thundered
1) “The guurti I made is following me”
2) “The national elections commission I assembled are following me”
3) “The military and the police are following me”
4) “The media outlets, like Radio Hargeisa and the national TV are under my disposal and no opposition party is allowed to use them as I do. Not even ‘ina Ali warapi is allowed!’
5) “Most importantly the money is following me and some times I follow the money”
“Above that the cash cow is still there producing the cash. The cash comes straight to my house. As you may know, there is no Bank. Why do we need a Bank after all?”
“DR, explain to me about this cash cow you and Awil always talk bout?” requested the minister.
“ The cow extends between Berbera and Wajale. The front legs of the cow stand at Berbera and the back legs stretches between Kalabayd and Wajale. The udder is positioned at Hargeisa. As we own all of Hargeisa including the privately owned hotels, me and Awil own the udder of the cow,” explained Riyaale.
“One day the cow may refuse to produce any more milk” the minister told Riyaale. “NO” Riyaale replied. “ Awil told me it will not do that, and I believe him,” Riyaale concluded.

“Do you think all these can protect you from the wrath of a very patient and forgiving people you betrayed once the say enough is enough?
Did you forget Siyad Barre’s power, his mighty army, and his money?
You were an NSS agent stationed in Berbera, did you forgot that” The minister said. “But Awil guaranteed me I will be OK and nothing will happen” Riyaale responded, “ You see, I don’t trust the people, because I don’t have any historical, psychological nor emotional bond with them. I however have every thing in common not even with Ina Solub but with Brother Awil. Now I don’t trust you any more. By, see you in ‘qado and qaad’ session to morrow” Riyaale ended the conversation.

“But before I leave Mr. President, don’t you think what is happening in ‘Ail Bardale’ will backfire on us in the end” the Minister asked “NO” I have discussed with my trusted circle, Awil and others and they told me it is Ok.
Another very important personality insisted that the operation must go a head. Besides how do you think we could stay in power if we don’t create conflicts?” Riyaale shot back
“ If you think creating conflicts between clans living together or living side by side will prolong your presidency and our government, think again. I think you are wrong, as wrong as any tin pot dictator in his last breath” the Minister ended his point and left the building. On his way out, the Minister saw countless “Faliya yaal” Magicians waiting to meet Riyaale! “ Acootho bilaahi mina shaydani rageem” the Minister uttered these words silently and proceeded. “ You are finish, you are finish” Riyaale shouted. “See you in the ‘qado and qaad session tomorrow”
 

The end of the story
How ever peace
 

Ibrahim Mead
Political analyst
Ottawa, Canada