Mohamed Hashi Has The Fame, Rayale Lives In Shame

By Yusuf Deyr, Hargeysa

As an orphanage raised-child, I have grown up as a shy person who avoids any sort of confrontational approach for any arguments. I prefer to be passive and indirect in my way of addressing other people. But because of Rayale’s school of thought is that much dumb and can’t read my cursive writing. We must debate while we are naked and barefooted. So that we can see his true colors. There is nothing more fun and entertaining than the old style of a social gathering in a Somali Tea – shop for a free tea - party of the good old days. But nowadays in the Rayale’s rule and reign. When the bill of the tea arrives. A witty guy pipes it brilliantly saying. Let us split the bill into two or three ways”. Then every one of us nods happily in agreement and pays his share. As no one could afford to pay the whole sum alone by himself. In the golden years of childhood; we used to be ourselves and nobody else. As kids, we did things just for fun and to make us laugh. Authenticity was an organic part of our nature. Learning manners without seeing any. There were no false notes on our cheeks. We used to hate rain at night and we did not like goodbyes. As a child can only have one religion and can only go to one school. You have to understand the demands of your customers after you spy on their eyes. As time is afile that wears and makes no noise.

War turns a society in to a class-room, and that is why the Americans are learning what they never wanted to learn. Pausing and pushing back tears. People of all races and creeds are mad at them; but little scared. The Americans believe that they deserves a place with some dignity. But the whole world is not buying that argument. Mr. Bush is a man with the ability to alter reality through his dreams. Delivering bombs with butter, and books with bullets. Mr. Rayale is playing the same guitar-tone in rank and file. Delivering two contradicting facts. Federation and independence, friction and unity, corruption and honesty, justices while justices is strangled to death, power – sharing while abusing power. Breaking into the Human Right’s Commission Office by force and installing a puppet Burea under the guidelines of the State. Denying our Constitutional Rights and driving illegally our genuine heroes to prison. People are upset and feel disappointed for witnessing their genuine heroes are driven illegally to Jail. Prices of local consumption goods are skyrocketing. Inflation, unemployment, and diseases are on the climax. People are starving to death and fading like dry leaves. Instead our vice – president orders and urges our poor School children to subscribe and contribute some money in a Fund – Rising for the Sool Region that intentionally has been neglected and deserted for years. Mr. vice president, it is true but sad that the full don’t know the hungry. That is why you dine and wine on the moon. Swimming in the sky – river while your people are eating the bugs. Did you forget that the fear of God makes the heart shine? Female is one head with two faces. Thank you for your good Moslem faith. The big stick ahead and the constitution was held behind. At the same time Mr. Rayale is claiming that he is promoting democracy in Africa. Putting a Gag in our mouths and suppressing the Media and the Press. By introducing in the House of Commons a new law banning and restricting the freedom of the Press and the Media. At the same time deporting and expelling some displaced and victims of war journalists in a hostile manner. Mr. Rayale, I don’t blame you because you can’t imagine what is to be a refuge. But don’t you understand that there are thousands of Somalilanders indulging freedom in Mogadishu or some where else in Somalia. Mr. Rayale, put the shoe on the right foot. To say of any man that he is God, or that he is an angel. Is not an honor but an insult. Somaliland peasants understand this distinction better than the UDUB Empire scholars who are receiving last calls after midnight from Mr. Meles or Djibouti. Telling us what they heard but can’t speak of their own. We, the silent majority of Somaliland have no spark of hope. President Rayale is a man in a mission. A typical Clone of Mr. Michael Gorbachauof of the dead Soviet Union.

Simply because, we, the Somalilanders are in a good comma. So, If a man is in a good comma. You can kiss his girl friend in front of him. You can drive his car and you can wear his shoes.

Complaints range from fully justified such as a break away brand new wife, because they could not afford to rent the wedding – gown, to trivial complaints such as that, you are too short or too tall. It slowly leads to the pieces of the puzzle. The Ku Klux Red Neck Campus of Mr. Rayale is trading off food for thought. But who accepts nothing, has nothing to return. Adam ate the apple and that is why our throats still ache. But there is no accounting for taste.

Mr. Rayale is advertising what he can’t sell. Sitting with his battery operated girl friend in the Ministry of Finance at the conference table closest to the grill of death. She has chosen to undergo illegal female circumcision. Dispensing good advice and taking lessons of disregard from a bad coach and teacher. Experience is the School of mind; and there is no need to apologize for my sore throat. My close friends blame me for being ugly and seditious in my style of writing. But I couldn’t convince them that ugliness is the Art of God and regarded as beauty in the School of thought of Mr. Rayale. Because his thoughts can go no further than his clumsy vocabulary. He can’t understand that the Art of life is the Art of avoiding pain. The other face of credit is debt. Asking is free and so is refusing. It is good that his faults are written on his face. One falsehood leads to another. Fame one day, zero the next. The Mad – Cow – Cashier tickles him; and in return, he tickles our throat. Fact is stranger than fiction. Fools names and fools faces are always seen in public places. Teaching us to adorn the beauty of nature in all it’s forms without segregation. Saying that agony and laughter are both alarming sounds. Our president has been spinning the threads of confusion and despair for a while. Djibouti is declaring war against our Video Radar Surveillance - Tapes stationed at the border in Loya-Ado. Set there to keep track of the flying-saucers that are landing on our holy land, alien-immigrants that has triple citizenship. Talk-oriented robots that can fillfull dual applications. Both, in a civil and military service. Some evil ghosts that are denying our identity as Somalilanders and disrespecting our Sunni-Faith. Showing up in every election season, and then disappear after the election. Every mourning is another rude awakening for all of us. When rats want advice, they never take from the cats. Who is responsible for this big change of heart in-between Hargeysa and Djibouti? Too much love for your enemy is wrong and risky. We will leave that hair splitting wild guess to Mr. Rayale. Somebody has been given an open cheque to rape and pillage our freedom and aspirations. Our ship is wrecking in the Dead Sea under the watchful eyes of our Die-Nasty-Actor president. Because Mr. Rayale is a leader who loves and respects his enemy that much; and owing to that, our country is in a crucial situation. If I give him the benefit of the doubt. He is one of either way. Either corruption and abuse of power is his perception for the Government of integrity and political correctness. Or he has been a man in a secret mission and spinning a conspiracy network against his nation. A divorce is indeed the answer; and it couldn’t happen to a nicer person. In his equivocal statements, Mr. Rayale has carved out a political persona as an antagonist, federalist who if left alone to run the country unchecked. Would likely to ruin all our aspirations and dreams as a sovereign entity. We must tell the Ethiopian friends that he has Nuclear rocket war heads that could be used to carry chemical agents. Mr. Rayale must be advised to think twice about whom he dances with, for changing the mood of his people. The whole country is sleep-walking on a sensitive mine-fields and tethered explosives. It is never late to be silly. A personal interest group and immoral cowards of wishful thinking have doomed us to the status – quo of no where. Telling us every day a foolish April. A petroleum Company from Norway will extract Oil from Somaliland and some other European countries will invest. The next day we catch them disassembling our Cement Factory. Whenever we discover their dirty jokes, giving us another empty – promises of honey and milk to distract the attention of this starving nation.

How come you want us to believe that companies from the Western World will invest in an unrecognized country? Tell that fake story to the camel drivers in your ODUB Party.

This dummy Government can’t even understand that European and other western companies get their directives from Insurance Companies, not from their Governments.

Mr. Rayale, your bad jokes are too funny, and you are trying to splash mud on our face. But who spits against the wind, spits on his own face. Your secret missions are outdated and legally can be exposed to every fool. Mr. Rayale, Are you with us or with our enemy? That is a question crying for an answer. Mr. Rayale, we want a moment of truth not a moment of lying. For how long I will keep breaking my sword over my knees and sue for peace? It is good to be true. Your ODUB Party is on the verge of bankruptcy; because of the massive cash flow and brain drainage. Freedom and Heroism are dirty words in Mr. Rayale’s School of thought. That is why he keeps our genuine Heroes behind Iron – Bars for no apparent reason. Forging our painful tears into fake smiles. We are all fans of illicit political drug and will continue to follow the direction that the current takes us. Lacking a political platform of direction and aim. I am skeptical about the ability of a clone baby that never grows more than six cells. Heading a Government that is moving at nail’s pace and friendly to a group bent to the destruction of Somaliland. Bad guys know that war is a force that gives us some meaning. Good guys have no guns. A deceptive image that likes to portray as a Government of integrity. Accomplishing the finishing lines of the legacy of his predecessor. If many mean a billion, we can understand the reason why. He vowed more than once that he would advocate for the vision and agenda that he shares with his borrowed eyes, the Mad Cow Cashier of our Revenue. Mr. President, every penny of mistake is credited to your red account and you are under surveillance. This is not your world. It is our world and career. Your teeth can tell the truth. No one really appreciate your kinky sex – show of politics.. That is why I am speaking turkey. Mr. Rayale, you are allergic to anything that smells good or looks gold. Your reasoning and weapon of choice is patronage, federalism, Corruption, abuse of power, human rights’ violation and nepotism under one umbrella. Mr. Jomo Kenyata said, when the Europeans came to Africa. They told us to close our eyes and say Amin. By the time we opened our eyes, they were holding the land and we were holding the Bible alone. The Nazi came and they have asked for the Jewish. I kept silent because I was not a Jewish. Then they asked for the communist. I kept silent because I was not a communist. They came back and asked for the Trade- Unionist. I kept silent, because I was not a Trade Unionist. At last they came and ask for me. I looked around and nobody was there except me. I prayed then and doomed to death. An irony narrated by one of the SNM tigers, Mr. X for the record. To be silly, It is sad but true. The President has overstepped his bounds. Disgracing himself by signing a new version of World treaty called the Verbal Treaty. That is why his bank of data is messy. Or who knows what! May be he does not care that much about how many demerits he has got, and he assumes that every body is in his pocket. Some people’s action cry loudly of their true colors. The president has typically embraced individuals whom the public see them as trashes, intolerant, and unacceptable for steering the wheel of their future. Because they are very worried that those robot may undermine and sabotage the true values of the national interest. Nowadays more than other times, Somalilanders got alarmed, depressed, disappointed and defiant. The fat UDUB Empire is building its Bureaucratic-civics of dirty jokes. Claiming good guardian of the public purse, while our budget is in red ink. Our stomach is empty while their pocket is full. Smiling in contempt to the camera as he is booked by the public for driving under the influence of Corruption and Abuse of Power. Mr. Rayale, the more money you spend on your wedding, the uglier the bride. All your empty-shells must yawn and go to sleep.

A bartender in Djibouti acting as a religious cleric, called for Fatwa. Frequently calling for the death of the enemy of Great Somalia. Publicly condemned Somalilanders as Zionists, infidels and unhealthy Christians. Mr. Rayale, your days in power are out numbered.

Mr. Rayale, the three piece suit is yours, and the shame is ours.

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