Cali_Gaab passed over the accused and kinda winked at her. He was shown where to sit and was sworn to tell nothing but the truth. Mr Kukri asked the witness to identify himself-- and was asked how he knows the accused.
" She my hoomie" Spoke Cali Gaab as he beat his chest, a gesture more common in the adoon culture.
"What do you mean- by ' hommie', sir. can you elaborate to the court please.
"Sure, she my boo. My Ma"
"OH. i see. Kambuli is your mother." retorted Sheikh Hyper from his judge high bench seat.
"Fckung hell no. Do you think i am that old to be his mother waryaa" Kambuli fired from her seat.
Judge hyper again, very uneasy apologized a million times and begged for forgiveness, both here on earth and aqeero. He then proceeded to read some dua for more forgiveness. The line of question proceded.
"Mr. Gaab-- please-- can i ask you to speak in a more understandable language where the old and the young people can comprehend? Thank you, I will appreciate that.
"Aight. Aight. I here ya, i hear ya, i will try my best." The witness spoke with more confident as he winked at kambuli again. Kambuli just rolled her eyes, and wet her lips---the crowd in the courtroom kinda shruged in disgust as they interpretted the wet gesture as some sexual signal. The questions continued
"Mr Gaab is kambuli a Majeerten or a Habar Jeclo like you?'
" Oh naah -- my ma is not mj or faqaash."
Objection, your honor. I object to the deragatory word -- Faqaash! The Gardubisi prosecutor objected with a heated vigor. Mr Rural08 is a famous prosecutor who is single and eligble. Women hunt him day and night, but he has no interest in them. He is most famous from his Huffington post article about the nastiness of a vagina.
"Objection sustained. Mr. Gaab i will order you not to use such words in my courtroom and not to mention it ever again in my presence. and i will instruct you to pray for Allaahs forgiveness or i will not be very kind next time"
Spoke Judge Sheikh Hyper, as he wiped his long forehead of some residue of sweat.
The witness nodded his head to agree. He was asked again, and he answered simply by saying, kambuli is in fact an mj. He claimed that he knew her because his and and her mom worked in the Siyaad baare government and they used to be neighbors before the war erupted. It was time for the prosecutor to question the witness . It was in the interest of the prosecutor to discret the witness so that his case can be worn. He began to ask his attacking question to the witness.
" Mr . Gaab--- How did a habar jeclo person like you allowed to enter bosaso, and be here to defend a friend." Asked the prosecutor.
"Its easy yo. I am a gangsta. I got couple of darood homies who smuggled me in as an Mj."
"Oh, so one can easily be smuggled as mj, just like how you and kambuli did, huh"
"No. Kambuli truly is mj. Cant you see the suuro in her face? Aslo, havent you read many articles in somalinet magazine where she discreetly praises mjs, abdulahi yusuf to be exact."
Cali Gaab responded with energy.
The prosecutor smiled, as began to walk around the room, his hand on his waist like a delicate metrosexual flower. Rural08 asked another question
"Kambuli also loves somali songs-- doesnt she? Particularly kadra dahir-- who is isaaq and other notable isaaq artist. is that correct"
"yes it is. But that dont make'''
Rural interrupts Gaabs response and kinda pisses him off.
"Mr. Gaab can you just say yes or no. Correct or not correct ok?"
Mr Gaab is not exactly happy at this moment. His short temperedness is beggining to show in his eyes. He looks like a drunk qaldaan about to burst out in full rage. Rural continues
"Mr. Gaab are you a christian or a muslim"
"What the Fcuk? What kind of a question is that? " Fumes Mr Gaab.
MR. Kukri ---too late-- jumps with an OBJECTION shouting. What is the point of this question?
"I am sorry Mr Kukri, i just wanted to maintain if Gaab is a christian or a muslim, given that his qabil are proned to be pro british alot. I just want to make sure he is not affiliated with any britishness." Spoke Rural, with a manacing smile.
"No i am not a christian, you dumb modafcker."
Judge Hyper at this point--blurted out---Erryaaahhh Erryaah----- and then suddenly apologized because he slipped his tongue. He didnt mean to call Mr Gaab Erryaah--since - the judge has a donkey that is named Eryaaah.
"I apologize Gaab, for calling you that-- but please fix your language. I dont want that language in my courtroom. You understand?" The judge warns the witness.
Rural continuees.
"Gaab-- which one comes first for you--Dinnta or Somaliland" ?
Gaab at this time could not control it. He stood up--- and screamed--- "Diintaadi anaa wassa. bullshitt" upon which Sheikh Judge Hyper-- having heard for the first time-- his wonderful beautiful diinta insulted by a crazy drunk qaldaan--fainted unapologeticly.
He scratched his xiina soaked beard to show uneasyness, and whispered nasty cursing that could only be heard by him.
for the swearing of the diin 
