In the morning the sun rises with beams of love and freedom for a beautiful World. But we humans make it a hard place to live. Introducing hate, slavery, exploitation, and creating enmity among friends and families. Upsetting the mother – nature with pollution and contamination. Our culture of corruption and greed makes our World a frightening place to live. As I am getting older, sleep became lighter and more difficult to get. While sleeping lightly, I often have premonitory bad dreams partly because of the political hiccups of Mr.Rayalle and partly because of my degrading poor health. Although I am not lucky enough to know how to interpret these nightmare dreams; yet it signals in my intuition the mysterious narrow vision of our politicians in the political arena; and it’s dark consequences.
A moment is the chemistry of life. A moment of hate or a moment of passion. A moment of fear or a moment of love. A moment of disappointment or a moment of cheering. A moment of despair or a moment of hope. A moment you wait with expectation of delight could be a moment of defiance. Life is made of precious moments you like to enjoy; or painful and persistent memory of worries that can’t leave you any moment. Anger starts and ends with doom and gloom. Just as dogs love to chew bones; the mind has to get it’s teeth into problems. That is why it does crossword puzzles and building atomic bombs for destruction. Emotions arises at the place where body and mind meets. It is the body’s reaction to the mind. There are two ways to slide safely through a dark rule. To believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from serious thinking. Because in Riyalle’s Era; thinking became a disease. Mr.Rayalle and his top aides sings and dances with eyes shut. Teaching us that we are all vulnerable to his long snail of death. No morning wears on; and no sun will chew off the gloom. Mist and fog will obliterate the future shores. He is threatening us with slow motion death. If at all we say NO to his dirty sex of politics with fertility underground. Let us give him the Okay signal and then he will grab the sun with one hand; and the moon with the other hand, and place it on his lap. With an index finger that points to his Police – State that trails us. Mr.Winston Churchill said, you can see much further in the future; if you look back in the past.
In this week there won’t be any crisis because Mr.Rayalle’s schedule is already full. As he is more interested in beating false drums of war. Mr.Rayalle, our contemporary spiritual leader and teacher wants to distract our attention from our genuine heroes that are locked behind Iron – Bars and he keeps them in Mandera as hostages. Handcuffed in the same cage with thief’s and criminals. Mr.Rayalle is a terrorist, we must tell the American friends. Trying to stain the reputation of puritan jewels who own our own history and legendary tales. Innocent true nationalists with uncompromising spirits that occupy all cavities of our hearts. Mr.Rayalle, you are sewing the graft of evil. A dog looks up to humans. A cat looks down on people. But a pig looks at human in the eye and see it as equal. In the coming days, Mr.Rayalle is passing a law requiring all Somalilanders to fast and pray one day for his birthday ceremony. Because he can’t understand that happiness is not based on the possessions of wealth, power, and prestige. But it is based mainly on the harmonious relationship with people you love and respect. In contrary, Mr.Rayalle has great faith in fools like the Mad – Cow – Cashier, and he calls that. “ Self – confidence. “
Mr.Rayalle, the Author of corruption and greed says, if you are talking to somebody, the Government must know what you are saying. He wants us to have the back of an ass, the tongue of a sheep, and the snout of a swine. Intentionally he wants us to flee or surrender. We must smile, what is the use of crying? As there is always a light after dark tunnels, and tranquillity after chaos.
The narrow minded UDUB Empire had very sore eyes after spending a record of fifteen days in front of the National Television watching their favourite actor, the Indian clerk. Wearing a fancy bra to support his loose breasts. Besides that, the UDUB lobbyists are campaigning with a blackmailing false assumption. Stating that the Ethiopian friend’s Army will capture and occupy Somaliland if at all we elect other than Mr.Rayalle in the coming presidential election. What a cheap disgusting political manoeuvre. Some people are born to thread on the gum that other people chew. Every picture of Mr.Rayalle is worth ten thousand words. All talk and no walk. In the land of skunks, he who has half a nose is the King. Mr.Rayalle, whatever you claim, patriotism will prevail and you will end up in collapse. Stop snitching time. The dates in your calendar are closer than they appear. You and the Mad – Cow – Cashier are a perfect match. A funny old goat and a great kidder. Mr.Mad Cow, we know that you don’t believe in after – life, but take an extra pair of underwear just in case. Mr.Rayalle, you are not a follower but you are a leader with the same mentality. When all men say you are an ass; it is high time to bray. Simply you can’t understand that the art of life is the art of avoiding pain. If it is not for physics and law enforcement; I would be unstoppable. Quitting smoking is easy for you; as you have done it hundred times.
A reliable source close to the spider web Palace of Mr.Rayalle has tipped us privately that the president is cooking nowadays, a fishy story related to the vice – president of Somaliland, Mr.Ahmed Yusuf Yasein. A fabricated report falsely accusing the vice – president as a radical Islamist who sympathizes the Alqaida Organization. This slanderous report has been released privately to the Ethiopian authorities who monitor our private lives. Owing to that, Mr.Rayalle is fishing right now for the replacement of the vice – president. Mr.Rayalle, we know that every word from your mouth rings with truth and power. Mastering a profound message that is leading us to the eternal life of pain and depression. Defying and deforming our identity. The law is whatever boldly asserted through your mouth. Your bitter pills can’t be swallowed or chewed. Asking is free and so is refusing. We are all a hostage for your investigative eyes and arms that are smeathered with blood. You are a poor swine that has been blinded by the gold – dust. Who knows where it may lead to? In a country where all mired in poverty, unemployment, illiteracy, and disease. Yet some of special interest group jealously hoarding our tax – revenue and the natural resources of the country. A bunch of jerks that can read neither our hearts nor our lips. They are desperate for help but shying away from asking; due to their deep ignorance. That is why our political pledges don’t see the light. That is why our plight generates pity. Mr.Rayalle, if you mix gunpowder and alcohol; you won’t be around long at all. The man who flings a stone up a mountain – side; may have it rolled back upon him.
We know that the Mad – Cow’s heart is your School – room, and faith is the vision of the heart. But you can see the least with borrowed eyes. Mr.Rayalle, Remember, as far as you are associated with the Mad – Cow’s policy; you will never do something that will make your Mammy proud.
We appeal to Mr.Rayalle and his loyal advisers in a voice that can’t be ignored. To set free our true heroes very soon without any conditions or ransomed, if he wants us to accept his fake bidding for the title of Mujahid. Mr.Rayalle, all your life you wanted to be someone that you are not. Very soon you will unveil your true image.
Ingratitude is a human nature.
Yusuf Deyr
Hargeisa
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