One day, Jaamac Faarax came home from work and found his 6 children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front garden.
The door of his wife, Ciibaado's car was open, as was the front door to the house and proceeding into the hall, Jaamac found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the rug was piled up against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the worktop, the fridge door was open wide, the neighbour's cat was having a field day, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
Jaamac quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for Cibaado. He was worried she might be ill, collapsed, that something serious had happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and sink.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found Cibaado still curled up in the bed in her pyjamas with a laptop browsing Somalinet forums. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
Jaamac looked at Cibaado, bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'
Cibaado again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me sarcastically what in the world I do all day?'
'Yes,' was Jaamac's startled reply.
Cibaado answered, 'Well, today, I didn't do it.'
I just love the Somali twist, L! 
