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Mudugawi well said, you are wadani/patriot and a nationalist who loves his country, masha AllahWadani is someone who loves their country. The reason why being wadani is alien to some people is that over the 20 years civil war kids have grown up in a constant state of war and anarchy. Peoples hearts have been hardened and have forgotten to love. The importance of national interest has been overshadowed by Qabyaalad. Remember the government and corrupted shabab/warlord are here today, they will leave tommorow. But our land will stay. People need to differentiate between being pessimistic and losing one's hope and loyalty he/she has for their country. Somalia wey guuleysan inshalah


Dear Somalia.....
....You rattled my belief and fed me gallons of dishonesty/Took an ouce out of the air that I breath/And removed litres of my loyalty/It is embarrassing to see your hatred, starvation, and greed/Its painful to hang my head low/When I know the answers to your riddle/And watch your enemies giggle/At the sound of your name (black hawk down)/Fifteen yrs and things are still the same/The atrocities commited in your cities/Brought miseries to many families/Was is necessary to fill up the cemetery?
Now your childern are breathing heavy with blood stains/ Once blue clouds now spitting rain/And a drastic Qabil tactic/That got me ashamed wearing comouflage/But you still throwing sarcastic remarks, lies and sabotage/Your confusing sporadic behaviour/Got me believing that you never really existed, like a mirage/And you are hesitant, still some what reluctant/To change our predicament/And I am confident that it was your military ways/That made me an immigrant/
You see I played Arbaca, Turub and Shaax/I played Ladu and Forterii endlessly/From Garissa to Otango and still waiting for an apology/So you can keep your Daalo and Juba/ You can keep your Sheebla and your Babaya/You can keep your Baxrasaf trees and your Boc Boc seeds/You can keep your peeks and your blood thirst alleys/No more hiding for me, embarrassed hehind back alley/As a matter of fact, from now on I want you to refer to me as Mr. AL-E/
Because I dream now at a hundred miles per hour/Of flickering urban lights erase your NOMADIC powers/Flick through your history pages and read/About Zeyadka and your saints/That wore scars and bruises as war paint/And now all of a sudden I'm the consciousness and throat/That should swallow the culture of a nation subdivided?/Well i opted to spit back when your guns & Heros collided/While you chew on leaves, leaves, leaves and trees/And devous ideas & growing seeds/While your stubbornness cuts realtions like fractions/I spin into new configurations and consellations/I have travelled already traveled to a distant land and crossed oceans/So please, don't call me yours and I won't call you mine/This is not a game to be won, Because you've just lost a son/I am a Canadian now!....
By A.M Muse

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