Suldaan masoo noqotey mise weli Hargeysaad mushaaxeyaasa? Those halcyon days in those divine spots before Wallaweyn bastards came to its holy mounds. I always dreamt about the coolness of Biyo dhacay(Water falls) and the queite majesty of Gol Channo(paradise pool) and the upmarket decay of daruraha(The Clouds) and the evocative shape of naso hablod(Maiden's Breasts).
And now all turned to dust and carrier bags and qat markets by the invasion of the inferior clans from the south. death to all Hawiyes and darrods, and kac-iswnees and cawrlehs and all the other fockers that sustained the southern regimes that deliberately but slowly destroyed the mother of all that is beautiful about Somaliness; the city of the divine mounds; Hargeisa.
Give me a shout when you come back so we can reminisce over the corpse.
Oh and i have something to tell you anyway. Something a little childish and gossippy but very tasty for two old devils to chew the curd with over a hot toddy in a breezy autmnal night.




