Two cheers
for Somaliland
E. M. Forster wrote, “So Two cheers for Democracy: One
because it admits variety and two because it permits
criticism.” By this criterion,
Democracy is rampant in Somaliland!
As Lewis has recently observed in **The Guardian**,**
**“with virtually no external help [Somaliland R epublic] has built itself up by a remarkable series of
internal peace agreements and democratic consolid ation
to its current situation as a functioning democracy.”*
*Casting this same thought in our Somali context, I say
again, Two cheers for Somaliland:
one because it has convincingly eschewed and has escaped
from the endless and the senseless death and
destruction, from the Evil and the Chaos and the Cruelty
that runs riot, that runs rife, that runs rampant in the
rest of erstwhile Somalia save that entity that now
calls itself Puntland that still hankers after and sighs
for that now impossible perfidious
Darod daydream that her sons will one day, once
again, run and rule and ruin Hargaysa and Mogadishu as
they had done once upon a time when they had managed to
foist that cruel fantasy, that fool’s errand that had
fooled us all, that hoax, that wild goose chase that
goosed us all Somalis, that pitiful pipedream, that pie
in the sky, that one sweet day all the five Somali
partitions—Hargaysa,
Mogadishu,
Djibouti,
Ogaden,
NFD will join together as
brothers and sisters in solidarity, in the unity of the
Somali Spirit in the bond of peace and in the Greatest
Somalia under a wise, selfless Somali, patriotic and
loyal leadership. *
As we all so sadly know now that Never-never land was
never to be.
*The people of Somaliland have escaped from the fate of
that morgue called Mogadishu because they h ad the
sense, the sanity, the sobriety, the sagacity, the
serenity to sit together as brothers and sister s, to
reason together as brothers and sisters under the shady
Tree of Wise Counsel and learn and listen to their
Elders who had told them, “Come. There is a way to be
good again”; that “The only truth is good ness . .
.Nobody wins with Evil or anger”; that Nobody wins with
violence and with “ Force [that always] shites upon
Reason’s Back.”
*Hargaysa and her citizens
said with one sane sound voice of solid solidarity “Fool
us once, shame on yo u; fool us twice, shame on us!” *
*They have reverted to what they once were before
we Southerners had taken
them in by betraying them
and by betraying the sacred trust they once had had in
that noble vision of Greatest Somalia. They reverted to
what they once were before we
Southerners had taken them for a long, genocidal,
la mentable, reckless rude, rough ride, before they had
fallen for our Southern trick,
for our Southern tri
pe, for our
Southern trap—they have
reverted to being what they were— Somaliland, without
the Briti sh this time round.
*Voluntarily, freely, by her own free and informed will,
Hargaysa had once cast her
lot with Mogadishu; now once again, voluntarily, freely
and by her own informed and democratic will, Hargaysa
has decided to sail solo, to decouple, to divorce, to
secede from her erstwhile unity with now
Mad Mindless
Morgue Mogadishu.
*Any fugly fool who argufies that
Hargaysa cannot do that, cannot secede—well, tell
that jinni jerk to jump in
the Juba River and
drink it dry.
*Knowing Somalis, there are such
jinni jerks galore that love to argue with what
is so obvious, with wh at is so apodictic.
*Why should the same Somali blue
flag with the five-pointed star (each point
representing the five col onial partitions of the
Somali people) fly and flutter proudly over Hargaysa—the
same flag of Perfidy, of Genocide, of Dishonor, of
Deceit, of Disgrace, the filthiest rag of a flag in the
world, that was stamped on the wings of the MiGs that
rained ruin, death, destruction, disaster, on the
defenseless folks of Harg aysa.
*Afweyne who attempted such a contemptible
genocide of the Issaq
couldn't have been happier as Har gaysa and her citizens
lay dying, bleeding, prostrate, pitiful, burning “Far
from feeling any remorse, Pre sident Barre was beside
himself with joy at his ‘triumph’.
According to one former Somali official who pai d
a visit: I have never seen Barre
so relaxed and happy throughout my long
association with him. He did not look like a
President who had just destroyed
his second capital, causing so much suffering and
angui sh. He simply saw himself as a
Darod . . . chief who had
totally annihilated an enemy clan.”
*As a matter of fact, Lewis wryly observes that the
worst excess of this “Daarood tyranny of Mohamed Siyaad
Barre” was the attempted genocide of the
Isaaq clan-family whose
traditional tribal turf—Soma liland---Afwayne
wanted to hand over in toto
to the Ogaadeen, his
maternal uncles, cousins and agna tes: “Ogaadeeni
refugees were at the same time encouraged to take
over Isaaq shops and houses
in w hat, after their bombardment by Siyaad’s forces,
were effectively ghost towns. Thus, those who had been
earlier received as refugee guests in northern
Somaliland had supplanted their Isaaq hosts, and many of
the latter, in this bitterest ironic turn of fate, had
become refugees in the Ogadeen.”
*No wonder now Somalilanders
had seceded from our once solemn and sacred Somali Unity
and now ta unt us Southerners as
faqash: pigs and
contemptible clowns and
collaborators and
coons and
quislings of that Darod foolish
fiend, Afwayne.
*Nevertheless, I am content to cast this caveat, to bear
witness to the fact that a fellow
Abgal pilot had flown his MiG and her bombs or
ordinance away from Hargaysa into the sea by Djibouti.
Furthermore, I am also content to cast another caveat,
to bear witness to another fact: to the chagrin and to
the consternation and to the apoplexy of the
Darod Dictator,
Afweyne, my
Abgal clan
chanted defiantly to his face:
*Dalkaaga Daafac didimayno!
*Idoar ku duul donimayno!*
*We don’t refuse to defend notre
patrie!*
*But we most definitely don’t want
to raid and rout the Issaq!*
*Never ever again will the writ of another
god damn
Darod Doddering Despot and
his Myrmidons, like Morgan,
the butcher of Hargaysa, or
like Gani, the
Marehan gung-ho goon, hold
sway in Somaliland!
*This I am most certain despite the daydreaming of the
punks of Puntland!*
*My second cheer for Somaliland
is that because her citizens had done what seems
impossible in the re alm of African politics: when the
majority of Somaliland—Issaq—couldn’t
agree among themselves on wh ich of their subclans ought
the President come from, they were wise enough to
select, to elect a non-Issaq
to rule them rather than hack each other to death as the
hopeless, hapless, Hutu
Hawiye
Helots from whom I unfortunately hail had done
and are doing right now as
I write this.
*Tacitly, implicitly, the world
already recognizes Somaliland as a nation and as
a country and as a Repu blic that is civilized, sane,
and peaceful. The whole world is stunned by what
Somaliland had already done, not once but thrice:
electing freely and fairly three different Presidents
peacefully: Egal, Royal Riyale, and now Silanyo!*
*Lewis has concluded his **Guardian** article thus “It’s
time now to learn from Somaliland's success and see how
to emulate it.”
*I am sure that the people to whom Mogadishu really
belongs are going to heed his advice and rid them selves
of what he had once famously referred to as “
Habar Gidir invaders” and their useless idiots.
*Archimedes once famously said, “Give
me a place to stand, and I will move the Earth.”
Now that Somalil anders
have a Democratic place to stand,
Somaliland Republic, I am sure that they
will soon move the w hole
civilized world to reward them with a
well-deserved, explicit and
an unequivocal outright recognitio
n . Somalilanders have already moved the world
toward that direction by making peace and by maintain
ing Hargaysa as a haven of Peace in the horror-hacked
Horn of Africa.
*Peace, the most priceless
blessing, that few folks in Africa are lucky enough to
possess.
*Truth has come; falsehood, fatude and Afweyne and his
merciless, mirthless
M.
O.
D have fled! Afwayne’s
terrible M.
O. D. Troika: (M)arehan (O)gaden (D)hulbahante:
the tyranny of Afwayne and his despicable Darod
MAD M.
O. D. : the primitive and savage tribal troika, the
modus operandi of Afwayne, that had once tyrannized and
terrorized both Mogadishu and Hargaysa for.
*over two decades is now no more.
*MOD: “M stands for the
patrilineage (Marehan) of
the Brute; O for that of
his mother’s and this means the
Ogaden people who live in the critically
sensitive Ogaden border region of Ethiopia; and
D for the
Dul bahante, ‘literally he
who conquered all the lands’; the lineage of his
son-in-law,” aptly dubbed, Dafle,
the snatcher, the head of
the dreaded NSS [Nasty
Sickie Snatchers]: Afwayne’s storm troopers. *
*“The implications were succinctly expressed in a
popular explanatory verbal formula: The Marehan are
drunk on power; the Dulbahante are drunk on pride; the
Ogaden are drunk on powdered milk. The Powd ered milk
donated by international aid signifies the fact the
Ogaden were mostly refugees from Ethiopia; Somalia was
not even their country.”
*Truth has come; falsehood has
fled with Afweyne and his
MOD!
*Somaliland has dawned!*
*Somaliland!**Hannoolatto!*
*Long
live Somaliland!*
Mohamud Siad Togane |
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