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By I Mead, Ottawa, Canada
“I am Somaliland, and I am waiting!
Waiting for some one to re-claim me again!
I am lost! I was lost and found, but abandoned thereafter!
I went astray and again fell in the wrong hands!
I was put in the wrong barn! The wrong herdsmen reared me!
They held me, hypnotized me by hollow but magic words like: ‘ keep the peace. Recognition will be disturbed if you rise up against us! Even when there is no policy in this direction! Even when there is no intention of formalizing a policy or worse no knowledge thereof, in that regard!
No efforts were put in this claim! Easy said, easy taken!
Easy I take things; easy I loose them. Easy I loose direction and purpose!
This is what is happening to me! This is what is bothering me! Can some one help?”
“Those I happened to be in their barn are keeping me there for two reasons only!
- To milk me out of cash until I produce no more.
- b) To keep me static, until the bigger devil comes and take me back to hell!
When that happens they (remnants) will change color and dress and join them. They will reclaim their real colors and cords and kiss them. After all they are like poles!
I am waiting for some one to claim me; I cannot stay as is! Some one must claim me! I wish the right ones did. I am lost!
It could be a sinister or a savior!
Any one who comes first can have me!
I am tired. I am Somaliland after all!”
“I was lost and found. I had a name. They changed my name then.
I suffered tremendously when they did that.
When your name is changed your identity changes.
You become no body and become nothing in the process and nothing I was for over 30 years until my true sons found me.
But where are they now? The founders of (S/L) me. The martyrs, the Mujahedeen, men and women? Where are they now?”
“In life the Muj. Found me after I was lost. They honored me by librated me.
In life they refused (me) Somaliland to be humiliated and dishonored by the Barre’s regime.
In life they rejected (me) Somaliland to disappear as my foes wished and planed for her to go in to that path.
In life they resisted (me) Somaliland to be displaced and then replaced and won in that score.
In life they washed the dishonor the present remnants and their lackeys brought to (me) Somaliland, by blood!”
“ In death I (s/l) rejected them. I demeaned them, put them down even when I know they are high in heaven, in paradise, living!
In youth and when they were strong they fought for me, liberated me, but in weakness and sickness (S/L) I laughed at them! I terrorized them, put them in jail.
I chose the evildoers and remnants over them.
I despised them. I disregarded them!”
“ I preferred a mindless, moral less moose over them!
I preferred the remnants to those who saved me when I was down!
Who reinstated my original name in me and rescued my dignity and me!
I departed them, left them and went to dance with the devil!
With the ‘where-is-the money regime’ of the R and the A and the likes!
To the ‘ Animal farm establishment!”
Do I deserve the sacrifices my sons and daughters did for me?
Do I deserve the dream the martyrs had in mind?
Do I deserve to become a real government after I danced with the remnants and the evildoers?
Do I deserve to own self rather than others own me? All of my unseen actions, or inactions, or no actions!
If they ever had a policy, any policy, it was based on “we are waiting our brothers to settle our differences! Stay on the course!”
Now Marshal Abdillahi Yussuf is ready and waiting for me- ( Somaliland!)
In lies I lived!
In lies I was ruled!
In lies I was manipulated and managed!
But lie cannot live longer!
“Woe me, woe me! What am I?
How come this happened?
What are we in the collective sense!
We are all in this disbelief.
We are all in this disgrace!
We are all in this hole unless we save our selves!
We are all in this quagmire unless we find a way out.
Unless we restore our dignity!”
Unless we cause change
And before I do that I must ( Somaliland) change my self-first, Repent and reborn!
“Can I live any longer with out making drastic changes in me and of me?
Can I live with out kicking my captives out?
Can I live with out freeing my self from them?
Can I live with the evildoers and expect to live any more!” Wondered mother Somali land. Keep wondering mother!
The End.
Ibrahim Mead [kingmead1@yahoo.ca]
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