^^ Dee soo celi and resume your quest to take over the world.

Those opposing it are a couple of have seen it and millions who have not. Horta put it in here and let us read it before we can decide that the opposition is valid (likewise for support).

^^ Heh.

^^ Has the ban on weapons been lifted or does PL have a dodgy supplier in the streets of Mumbai?

^^ Take an asprin. It comes in bursts, Juxa. But two weeks worth of bursts turns into a right pile. How about you? I could never work out if it's the workload that makes you busy or the studying. However, watching you and others I know ( ta H town joogta), I believe some scientist somewhere will eventually find a gene in Somali women that shows them to be total workaholics. I mean is there such a thing as a lazy Somali woman? Xita kuwa xamuurada marsada oo aan wax kale sameen spend all their time memorising and testing different types of lipstick.

Good good. I had my rest and now I need to get on with dealing all the piled up work from before my holiday (nobody is ever nice enough to deal with anything when I'm away). Lakin I'm back now, let the fireworks begin.

This is getting silly. I can't always be the first one in. Come on your slackers, up your game. (Morning).

^^ Saaxiibkaa maskeen buu ahaa. Anigu maskeen baan iskaga dhiga. Two different things, adeer.

^^ Dee roob kugo da'ay miyaad joojin karta? It was easier to do a 'sabri' then refuse or argue.

^^ You need to phone her to hear what she saw in H Town. That word is nothing to her now.

^^ The number was an SL number. I was in town for ten days. Eesh al moshkila? Juxa, she didn't. But not because she thinks I'll "play away from home". It was more along the lines of "balaayadaad ka farxisay". Mise sheekado waa in ay noqoto: What happens in H Town, stays in H Town? Anigu waxa ma aqaan and go by the rule of wax la qariyay..etc..etc..

They keep doing research around the subject. Over the subject. Under the subject but never on the subject that WOMEN ARE MAD!

^^ He gets away with murder, that one. If it were me, I'd be lynched by now.

Juxa;823248 wrote: lol@sabri Ngonge if you dont sh!t up mardanbe the missus hargeysa makuu direyso Bal waxay ku hadlayso eega! Anigu ma biil baan ahay marka hargeysa la ii 'diro'? Kaligay baa iska tegay, your honour.

*Ibtisam;823244 wrote: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL @ may not April!!!!!! :D lol, does anyone ever say that "eventually end up with a married man" it is almost a target! Why didn't you warn me about the 'man eaters' in that city? On a different occassion, I was walking with Jb down the street when a white car (is there any other colour in the darn place? ) with two girls in it started calling his name. He walked over in his usual relaxed way and started talking to them. I stood aside in my usual carab-ingrees way and paid some close and unecessary attention to the collection of electrical wires overhead. The girl in the passanger seat stuck her head out and shouted "walaal magaca?"..I looked up and told her my name with a shrug of the shoulder. "telephone ma sidata?" asked she. I gulped and handed her my phone (which I was already carrying in my hand). She looked up the number, copied it into her phone and thanked me. Her friend gave me a brilliant smile and urged me to look after her with words along the line of "saaxibaday markay qof ka hesho....". I smiled cooly and nodded. When we walked away, Jb subtly asked what was on my mind. "Sabri" said I, "Sabri". She called the day after but I let it ring and didn't answer. "Who is it?" asked Jb. "Sabri" said I "Sabri". p.s. Sabri was a guy who stopped me in the street and asked if my phone was a Blackberry (it looked like one to be honest) and when I said no, he asked to have a look at it. When I gave it to him, he typed in a command that allows him to know what the phone number was and memorised it within seconds. He phoned me the next day to arrange a meeting because he had "arrin muhim" to talk to me about. I ignored his calls from then on.

*Ibtisam;823234 wrote: Loool!!! JB is indeed the man who knows all, up till now if I need information on people in Hargeisa, I call JB and ask, sometimes he even knows where they are at that specific time!!!! Heh. I rest my case! p.s. A&T, if it's staged then there must have been a mistake in the plans. He once introduced me to gabadh reerihiina oo maalinta Garowe ka so noqotay (well, actually, she introduced herself) who kept on talking about marraige and how she might eventually end up with a married man. Marka, malaa taa adiga lagula doonayay oo taarikhda loo qabtay bay khaladay ("it was supposed to be May not April, etc, etc").

^^ War even the single ones, the divorcees and the widows. GT, the xabagle and the VIP also apply to women.

^^ Madaxweyne waa wareer meedhan. Better open up a public relations consultancy and hook different people up (for a big fat price).

They say that a wise man knows everything but a shrewd man knows everyone. In my own experience, this saying has not been truer than in the ten days I spent in Hargeisa City recently. Open a history book of Somaliland and go to the MEN section; in the chapter named “men that know everyone” you are likely to see only one glowing name filling the page. Don’t be surprised if it’s a name you too recognise. He may have many names and aliases, he may be called by lots of different nicknames but he still remains the same man, Jacaylbaro! Kipling might be one of the few people to have not met Jacaylbaro but some argue that Kipling was a far seeing man and I’m inclined to agree with that argument. For who else was he talking about when he wrote that “IF” poem? It is as if the poem was written to specifically describe him or, to use the Somali equivalent, Jb waa ragiida. For example: Jb told me a story about him and an uncle of his sitting in the house in the midst of the bombardment of H town. A rocket landed close to the house and he (as a young child) flinched. The uncle berated him and told him to stop being a coward. A few seconds later, another rocket landed on the house. But this time, the uncle (sadly and literally) lost his head whilst Jb survived. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; Whilst I was with the man, we usually spent our time visiting various eating establishments or lazing outside coffee shops. The waiters knew him, the regulars knew him, the shoe polishers knew him and, to my utter surprise and fascination, even one intoxicated glue-sniffer knew him! On a different occasion, when we happened to visit one of the main hotels in the city where the old men, politicians and foreigners congregate, I ended up beginning a mental game with myself. The game involved counting how many minutes would pass before Jacaylbaro would be approached and greeted by yet another “new” person. The shortest time was two minutes by the way. Still, I had a wide smile on my face when, as we walked around the lobby of the hotel, I heard someone calling Jacaylbaro’s name; it was the biggest name (allegedly) in SL after the president himself. My smile, of course, wasn’t out of respect, excitement or nervousness about such a meeting; I simply remembered the glue-sniffer. If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! It’s a rare and valuable skill to be able to get on with all manner of people whilst always keeping a smile and being able to carry the conversation, regardless of the topic. It’s also no mean feat to garner the respect and appreciation of all. Jb, I doff my hat to thee my friend. You’re the bus of busses.

N.O.R.F;823161 wrote: Everyone talks politics dee. Values? Vision? Or not wanting to be seen as another adeerkiisa taageeraaya? Pull the other one Nothing to do with "not wanting to be seen", saaxib. More to do with not wanting to have my arm twisted. Wax fahan. Ayoub, not THAT hotel. I did not go anywhwere near that conference, but Norf wanted to (I can't even remember if he actually went now). Heh.

^^ War just ask for Xasan Haykal and give it to him. He's been so good with me that he managed to escort me OUTSIDE the airport an hour after I passed the "point of no return". He's got a brother in London, you know. Heh. p.s. Did you really doubt that Jb had already had some big (and very secret) position in that place. Hadoo ii fasaxo, I'll share my impressions of the man.

N.O.R.F;823148 wrote: They have done quite a bit wouldn't you say? Yes they did. But that's no reason for me to become a fan of that party dee. I like to support a party becuase I believe in its values and vision, not because of any emotional connections. Can't stand Kulmiye to be honest. Ayoub, I found out about that man in the hotel lobby (or was it a living room? ). Norf's mates always talked about that stuff. Heh.

Norf, if you have any 'land' left give it to my friend Xasan Haykal (he works for the airline). Good man. Heh.

^^ I've never been a Kulmiye fan, saaxib. That's Norf's thing.

^^ More like the cattle farm. Did I tell you I saw a guy eating some plants that grow outside the airport. He was chewing away like his life depended on it. When our eyes met nad I could see he was receptive to a comment, I told him that he's not going to leave anything for the goats to eat. Turns out that he hurt his leg and was chewing the plant to later spit it out and put it on the wound. I, of course, got a detailed explanation about the ability of that plant to stem any blood loss. Can't remember what it's called now. Heh. Juxa, I am having a brilliant day so far. It's to do with my eldest, you see. She woke up this morning and said: "You'll be annoyed at some point today" Me: "Why? What have you done?" Her: "I did nothing. It's the scientists!" Me: "What scientists? What about them?" Her: "They have discovered that most people have awful Thursdays" Me: "Stuff and nonesense, I'm going to have a great day" Her: "You'll see. The scientists know what they're talking about" Anyway, we leave the house (just me and her today) and I walk her to school. On the way, and out of nowhere, a fat little pitbull comes running at us and starts barking from behind a fence. She screams her life out and hides behind me. As we pass the dog and clam down, she starts muttering about how she's still shook up and how she won't get over it for the rest of day. I left her at the school gate with a final joke about annoying Thursdays and scientists; she wished disaster on me with the words "you'll see, you'll see".