On a cold dark night somewhere in the Somalinet neighbourhood
....Basra stands in front of the tattered door of her bedsit flat, the fading number 43 barely visible, and fumbles with her keys. "Arrggg, vy aare tese keys so ismall, my chickin biizza is get cold" she mumbles to herself. She opens the door, enters the dark stuffy room and switches the light on. As she closes the door behind her and she takes her burqa off and throws it on the dirty floo. She kicks aside old takeaway boxes and her favourite novels littering the small room. Huffing and puffing she lifts one leg after the other and maneuvres to the computer in the corner of the room.
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...She catches a glimps of her full cheeks, red with the biting cold outside, in the mirrir and notices they are shining. Filled with pride and glee she wispers to herself "each cheeki shine like the northern star at night, ." Moments later she snaps out of her thoughts, places the flimsy blue plastic bag on the floor and fixates her sight on the computer screen to her far right. Hobbling towards the computer, she loudly says in her coarse voice loudly says: "is my turin now!" as she pulls her skinny roomate, Advo, from the computer. Visibly annoyed, he waves his skinny arms and shouts "Vhy you always bush me itupidh, no wonder sheikh Hyper doesnt wantis anyting with you". She quints her eyes and responds "shut up, I am not istubidh, you istubidh."She grabs a slice of the chicken pizza and starts eating.
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Advo picks up the blue bag, walks to the sofa, sits down and takes a look at the contents... he smiles and instantly his anger is diffused. He picks up the remote and switches his favourite channel HIPHOP KISMAAYO TV on. He looks over at the computer and sees Basra furiosly typing, noticing she has plugged in the keyboard with extra big keys. "Basraaa, I am soorey, u ar not istopidh, tanak you for the khat". "Is okay, I am busy" she mumbles, deeply engrossed in the letter she is writing to sheikh Hyper. She hears something about a female predator roaming their streets in the news that Advo is watching, "hmmm, vvery interesting" she says.
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..In a street not far from the Basra and Avo residence, a female sexual predator is walking the streets. In the news she is known as Xaaliimo the ripper, during the day she is known as Qoraxeey. She knows that she really ought to get married, but fate has not been good to her.
TO be continued.
