Personally i think that the federal syatem needs alot of financing that we do not have and in the case of somalia an unbearable leavel of beauracracy. Even that were the case i would if it were the wish of the majiority of the ppl support a fedralist state, but i know for a fact that the only reason why these un-educated warlords are clamouring for a federal state is so that they may run these state as there own personal feifdom. Also most somalis when talking about a federal state are thinking about a confederation i.e an amalgamation of small states, in somali speak that means an amalgamation of somali clans, so instead of adressing the clan issue it confers on its most destructive segment consttutionsl legitamacy. Imagine that in our present day somalia.!!!!!

I wanted to write you a letter my love a letter that would tell of the desire to see you of the fear i feel of this more than benevolence that i feel of the indefinable ill that pursues me of this yearning to which i live in total surrender........ I wanted to write you a letter my love, a letter of intimate secreats a letter of memories of you, of you of your lips red a henna of your indicriminate eyes sweet as honey of your breats hard as wild orange of your lynx gait and of your caresses such that i can find no better here.... i wanted to write you a letter my love, that would put in to sound my thoughts, of days in our haunts of nights lost in the long grass that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum trees the moon fitering through the endless palm trees that would recall the madness of our passion and the bitterness of our seperation.... i wanted to write you a letter my love, that you would not read without sighing that you would hide from papa that you would hide from mama that you would re-read without the coldness of forgetting a letter to which in all somalia no other would stand comparison.... i wanted to write you a letter my love a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind a letter that the cashews and coffee trees the aligators and grayling could understand so that if the wind should lose it on the way the beasts and plants with pity for our sharp suffering from song to song lament to lament gabble to gabble would bring you pure and hot the burrning words of the letter i wanted to write to my love..... but though you are beutifull you are hard so let every nomad urge my case for i fear i fear i can argue it no more.