Will you see a man? Then behold me!
I am a Somali, as perfect in size and form
as Adam was, after God had breathed
into him his immortal soul. Look how
beautiful my curly hair is, and how majestic
I look when wrapped from head to
foot in my snow-white or jungle coloured
tobe, although there be sometimes only
one pie (a small piece of money) tied to
it. My house is the desert, and I am
born a free man. Free as the wind. I
know neither king nor master. I am as
Adam was, my own master and king. In
the jungle I tend my camels and sheep;
my only labour is to watch them feed.
In my kerrier, my wife, my dear slave,
does all the manual work, while tending
my offspring, and woe to her if she forgets
tp prepare my evening meal. The
jeedal (whip) shall then have its turn to
make her remember for next day. In
such a state is any man happier than I?







