SomaliPhilosopher
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im struggling with this chick. SP's charm is just not working on this one. I am close to raising the white flag
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come on mooge you cannot recognize your cousin
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usually not one for gossip but word has it k'naan and oscar winner lupita nyongo r a pair
can this couple be the bride of Somali-Kenyan relations?!!!?!
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Lol Hawdian I completely agree. what drove this guys to write this article? absurd
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slander!
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The gin in the video, was it confiscated from ppl? What city is this btw? These guys have gun shuts/bombs playing playing in the background as sound effects every few seconds even in their propoganda video. violence is truly embedded in their nature
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Hassan has affirmed you were wrong. Enough
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if you want to misconstrue Hassan's colloquial "can't" to fit this imaginary narrative of yours go ahead. I take your reasons are different from Tallabo. Less so about vanity and more about inadequacy
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Reports already say he will not hand over the port given certain conditions were not fulfilled by the Somali government.
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<cite>said:</cite>I don't do character assassinations. My remark was intended to refute your claim that Somali girls do only nursing which is not true. Anyone who has gone to a university will know that the Somali girls are just as capable of doing any academic discipline as men.Hassan said nothing about the capability of Somali women. He simply inquired into his perceived lack of diversification. This is revealing of your personality. Creating issues of women capability out of thin air. a magician truly. What are you trying to get at? You are a socially conscious human? What is your final act of the night? Maybe you will "refute" SP's "claim" of the inferiority of the white panda
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I am sure this makes you happy
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You Want Me Pale- Alfonsina Storni
You want me pale,
Made of sea foam,
A mother of pearl.
Made of white lily,
Untouched among the others.
Made of thinning perfume.
Petals sealed.
Not touched by moonbeams,
Not called ‘sister’ by the daisies.
You want me like snow,
You want me white,
You want me pale.
You have had all
The cups in your hands,
Flowing fruit and honey,
Staining your lips dark.
You have been in the banquet
Laced with grapevines,
Relinquishing your meat,
Reveling in Bacchus.
You have been in the gardens,
Black with deception,
Wearing red and
Running into ruin.
You have kept your
Skeleton intact, and by
Miracles I do not know,
Still expect me to be white
(God forgive you for it),
Still expect me to be spotless
(God forgive you for it),
Still expect me to be pale.
So flee into the woods,
Run into the mountains;
Clean your mouth;
Live in a cottage;
Touch the damp earth
With your hands;
Nourish your body with
The bitter root;
Drink, like Moses,
From the rocks;
Sleep upon the frost;
Rejuvenate your flesh
With saltpetre and water;
Speak with the birds,
Rise with the sun.
And when your body
Has returned to you,
When it’s become entangled
In the bedroom of your soul,
Only then, good man,
Can you expect me to be pale,
Expect me to be snow,
Expect me to be untouched.
Translated from the Spanish by Sarah Fletcher
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Tú Me Quieres Blanca
Tú me quieres alba,
Me quieres de espumas,
Me quieres de nácar.
Que sea azucena
Sobre todas, casta.
De perfume tenue.
Corola cerrada
Ni un rayo de luna
Filtrado me haya.
Ni una margarita
Se diga mi hermana.
Tú me quieres nívea,
Tú me quieres blanca,
Tú me quieres alba.
Tú que hubiste todas
Las copas a mano,
De frutos y mieles
Los labios morados.
Tú que en el banquete
Cubierto de pámpanos
Dejaste las carnes
Festejando a Baco.
Tú que en los jardines
Negros del Engaño
Vestido de rojo
Corriste al Estrago.
Tú que el esqueleto
Conservas intacto
No sé todavía
Por cuáles milagros,
Me pretendes blanca
(Dios te lo perdone),
Me pretendes casta
(Dios te lo perdone),
¡Me pretendes alba!
Huye hacia los bosques,
Vete a la montaña;
Límpiate la boca;
Vive en las cabañas;
Toca con las manos
La tierra mojada;
Alimenta el cuerpo
Con raíz amarga;
Bebe de las rocas;
Duerme sobre escarcha;
Renueva tejidos
Con salitre y agua;
Habla con los pájaros
Y lévate al alba.
Y cuando las carnes
Te sean tornadas,
Y cuando hayas puesto
En ellas el alma
Que por las alcobas
Se quedó enredada,
Entonces, buen hombre,
Preténdeme blanca,
Preténdeme nívea,
Preténdeme casta.
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This is something Puntland has been particularly successful with- the bringing to justice of disturbers of public order- whereas the federal government has failed miserably. This has been for the most part attributed to the vigilante and outspoken nature of the Puntland people. Though, this may very well be attributed to the low urban density compared to Mogadishu, which makes it easier to capture such perpetrators. Whatever it is, well done.
Galmudug is to commended as well. This shall serve as a lesson to the power of coordination and cooperation on issues such as security.
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You Want Me Pale
You want me pale,
Made of sea foam,
A mother of pearl.
Made of white lily,
Untouched among the others.
Made of thinning perfume.
Petals sealed.
Not touched by moonbeams,
Not called 'sister' by the daisies.
You want me like snow,
You want me white,
You want me pale.
You have had all
The cups in your hands,
Flowing fruit and honey,
Staining your lips dark.
You have been in the banquet
Laced with grapevines,
Relinquishing your meat,
Reveling in Bacchus.
You have been in the gardens,
Black with deception,
Wearing red and
Running into ruin.
You have kept your
Skeleton intact, and by
Miracles I do not know,
Still expect me to be white
(God forgive you for it),
Still expect me to be spotless
(God forgive you for it),
Still expect me to be pale.
So flee into the woods,
Run into the mountains;
Clean your mouth;
Live in a cottage;
Touch the damp earth
With your hands;
Nourish your body with
The bitter root;
Drink, like Moses,
From the rocks;
Sleep upon the frost;
Rejuvenate your flesh
With saltpetre and water;
Speak with the birds,
Rise with the sun.
And when your body
Has returned to you,
When it's become entangled
In the bedroom of your soul,
Only then, good man,
Can you expect me to be pale,
Expect me to be snow,
Expect me to be untouched.
Translated from the Spanish by Sarah Fletcher
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Tú Me Quieres Blanca
Tú me quieres alba,
Me quieres de espumas,
Me quieres de nácar.
Que sea azucena
Sobre todas, casta.
De perfume tenue.
Corola cerrada
Ni un rayo de luna
Filtrado me haya.
Ni una margarita
Se diga mi hermana.
Tú me quieres nívea,
Tú me quieres blanca,
Tú me quieres alba.
Tú que hubiste todas
Las copas a mano,
De frutos y mieles
Los labios morados.
Tú que en el banquete
Cubierto de pámpanos
Dejaste las carnes
Festejando a Baco.
Tú que en los jardines
Negros del Engaño
Vestido de rojo
Corriste al Estrago.
Tú que el esqueleto
Conservas intacto
No sé todavía
Por cuáles milagros,
Me pretendes blanca
(Dios te lo perdone),
Me pretendes casta
(Dios te lo perdone),
¡Me pretendes alba!
Huye hacia los bosques,
Vete a la montaña;
Límpiate la boca;
Vive en las cabañas;
Toca con las manos
La tierra mojada;
Alimenta el cuerpo
Con raíz amarga;
Bebe de las rocas;
Duerme sobre escarcha;
Renueva tejidos
Con salitre y agua;
Habla con los pájaros
Y lévate al alba.
Y cuando las carnes
Te sean tornadas,
Y cuando hayas puesto
En ellas el alma
Que por las alcobas
Se quedó enredada,
Entonces, buen hombre,
Preténdeme blanca,
Preténdeme nívea,
Preténdeme casta.
Alfonsina Storni
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nice poem
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Hassan, I feel your little hospital gig is something akin to the movie Shutter Island, where you perceive yourself to be a worker when rather you yourself are the delusional patient.
Alpha, I’d watch out for yourself. This one has a special thing for you. I am sure his bedroom looks something like this, with you in the center
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^^Alpha I take notice to how you speak of me in general and ambiguous terms. no specific characteristics or adjectives. I am an enigma to you and for that you lash lol. Anyway hope you are well. Xamar is becoming less and less viable by the day. So my meel-gaar Kikuyu stay may end with me in H-town.
Just came back from a night on the town. mediocre time but interesting nevertheless.
I think I have withdrawn from music, so I will partake in this posting music tradition by posting the last song I recall liking.
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i could translate for you hawdian lakin its saturday sxbb. i have shukaansi waiting
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Interesting insight Tallaabo. appreciate it. where is the new poet haven you would say? Or such places are extinct
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my gadgets are falling apart
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There is a particular draw to hawd; its the poet haven
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<cite>said:</cite>Nope
School related.Kililka 5aad outside of Jijiga will always be questionable in terms of safety, and depends where exactly you're interested in going. There's a high security presence with Liyuu, military and other uniformed police folks, and the ONLF is around too. Why do you want to go to Hawd anyway?<cite>said:</cite>NopeSchool related.Kililka 5aad outside of Jijiga will always be questionable in terms of safety, and depends where exactly you're interested in going. There's a high security presence with Liyuu, military and other uniformed police folks, and the ONLF is around too. Why do you want to go to Hawd anyway?inaan geel ku raaco
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She's nervous. I would have imagined her to be much more confident from our email exchanges and her public image.
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If you were given the job of President of Somalia, what would you do?
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haye soo dhawoow aabe siyaad. i am afraid these ideas are too moderate.