He is lucky to have English, the language of knowledge, as his first language, not that of warlords and things gloomy at which one can never find anything enlightening to read in, as the case with the Somali language, and to have grown up in Canada, a place in the modern world were dreams come true, not a doomed third world country that lacks the most basic things in life, not mention a black hole of war and violence; else he could have had worshipped tribal gods that actually never existed in reality but only in the confines of the deluded minds, as the one that the emblem in your avatar symbolises and declares— and he could have been now singing the antiphonies for clan warlords, as you probably are.
Somali is one of the most useless languages there is. I'm surprised that you assign such a value to it as criticising someone for not learning to speak it— which is itself an act of ignorance, of course. But let me ask you something, my dear unthinking friend; let us say he could speak a fluent Somali now— what possible benifits would that hold? Learning the culturally rich Mandarin Chinese, or Great the Spanish, or beautiful the French, or influential the Russian, or unmatched the German would one thinking logically be inclined to learn than a doomed language such as Somali. With French, one could meet Michel Eyquem de Montaigne and Voltaire down to Socrates; with Chinese, endless possibilities of unparalleled refinement of things cultural, from dining in Hundred Schools of Thought in a period of Spring and Autumn, to watching the Terracotta Army march through The Great Wall with horses glide and gallop through caverns measureless to mind; and with German, you can gaze at the symphonic rhythms in the inner minds of Mozart and Beethoven. But with Somali, what could one do with it given that one had learnt it? Turn the radio on and listen to Caawke go on and on about a gloomy bloodshed of stupid people killing each other for the sake of Qabiil gods and grotesque myths that the rest of the world long gone since moved away from? Go to Somalia, grab patches of green grass from the market, and then chew it like a starving goat for endless days while listening to Ahmed Mooge sing ''Taageer Allahayoow, arintaaydan kala taal, addaa toosin karayee,'' and feeling sorry for the life put use for failure? Think outside of the sphere. Even learning the language of the Pirahã tribe would prove more of a useful endeavour than Somali.
WELL SAIDNever saw any executive job with essential of fluently somali speaking anyway there is no country called somalia for almost 20 years now
I know little young ones born and raised in the west who speak good somali 
Mooji
go back and cheer him up..