Depends on your understanding of short stories. My teacher said It can go upto 3000 words. Blame it on him!

PART THREE ‘Waxba maydaan arkin idinku’, Shakuur bellowed. ‘Last night, when I was coming back from the library, I saw two men and a girl walking side by side on the first street. The girl was in between and was holding the hand of one man, while she was in passionate cuddle with the other one.’ He heaved a sigh of disgust, and went on. ‘Where on earth is such a game being played? It was Hibo.’ And he heard. Haybe was listening to all of these. But when I finally took him to a secluded pastry, and started to give a useful counsel why it is for the good of him, I and other friends are concerned, he only spoke one sentence: ‘why don’t you leave me alone?’ Later, while in our study (and sleeping) room-we were all students- he played Hanuniye’s ‘dadbaa jira waalanoo haday wax is raba arkaan ukala wariya xumaan…Jacaylkeena ka weyn’, over and over as if the tiny National Panasonic tape that we bought collectively belongs to him alone. Then it slowly crossed my mind. Why can’t I meet the young lady and make out all I need to know. I knew their home; but again, why go into all that intricacy. Is she not going to pass by the front of the cafeteria ‘leopards’ loiter for their pray, ‘I think I love my wife cafeteria’. Mostly, married men assemble there; men they call the ‘undeterred elderly’, who would not hesitate to nib the bud of any wayward virgin. Hibo was restless and wayward. She wasn’t a filly, though. Not anymore. She was in her early thirties. Yet, she still conducted herself as if she was in the eve of the days when she was in her fullness of adolescence; just coming to bloom. The impertinent fellows who roost there say Hibo passes by, at least, twice a day. If she doesn’t, then she didn’t need to. She has her man already. I didn’t need to look for her for long. There she was, by the side of Xabiibi’s shop. I shook hands with her and started telling her the purpose of my meeting with her. Barely did I finish the first sentence, when she cut me short. ‘Are you talking about your friend Haybe? Or you are here for, let us say to try your luck?’ she said, and then let out a mock chortle. It was a rather wry humour to me. ‘Of course, I am here to talk to you about why you are not treating my friend well. You know he is ready to marry you. Why can’t you de-crowd yourself?’ I was getting disconcerted. ‘First of all, I am a woman. I talk to a thousand and marry one. Don’t you know that?’ she said derisively, and strode back and forth, with as much panache as she could muster. ‘But you are abusing that antiquated aphorism. It is practiced by you in that face, literally. How many are you talking to right now! Three hundred, five hundred, two thousand? No body knows. And to be honest with you, that is not the issue. It is not about talking to men. It is about…’ I almost said what wasn’t a secret to anyone in town; but decided against it in the nick of time. ‘What are they saying? She is a provider? I know and I don’t care. Anything else?’ had I said the talk is about how well you dress, she couldn’t have been more indifferent. And she gave vent to her indecency with a loud guffaw and wiggle of her waist. I didn’t reckon that respectful one bit, but even before I went far with the probe of what she thinks about Haybe, a young boy came running from the street, and stood right beside the wall she was leaning on. ‘Hibo, Jaamac says I am not in that house tonight; come to the other one. Near the airport.’ The boy scratched his head as if he expected something, but she motioned with her hand for him to go. And then the telephone rang. Not her mobile; there were no mobile phones those days. The telephone in the shop, next door. A tall man stretched his neck out of the window, pointing a hand towards her, and gestured ‘you have a call here’. She swiveled the first finger twice, to hint ‘let him ring later’ note. On a hectic evening, he finally caught her. She was dining in ‘the hungry Hippos’ restaurant with a man who was a cashier in a local remittance agent (xawaalad) – kala-rog express. We were with him, and he froze for good ten minutes. It was time to go back to our tiny room and confer on the issue.

MMA a gentle reminder part two of the short story is posted isla halkii!

The Land of the free-welcome to Puntland! At least our Hawd is acknowledged to be under occupation! Koora Why have you ducked my exclusive appeal for you to soul-search? Imikaad ii soo toosi! bal kaarta qodaalkaaga eeg!

Leadership Crisis in Somali Region(posted on galbeed August, 2007) By admin on April 30th, 2008 From the oil fields of Somali Region, to the diamond and copper fields of Gambelas , to the rich mineral deposits of the Great Awash lake region of Afar, to the mountain ranges, plains and tourist havens of Oromo land, the country of Ethiopia is undoubtedly blessed. However, Meles Zenawi and his ethnic are in control and looting by force. The recent killing of nine Chinese oil drillers illustrated how the Tigrean exploiting the resources of the country without involving the native people frustrated Ethiopian Somalis. The heart of the problem is leadership crisis emanated from Federal Government and the Regional state. From these blessings, however, much sorrow has flowed. During the military regime of Mengistu Hailemariam, most Ethiopians did not benefit from the country’s resources. Ethiopian economy was geared toward socialist mode of production. It was primarily focused on cultivating raw materials for export, and roads, health care, and other infrastructure were available only in areas where those materials were produced. The end of Derg regime unleashed struggles for political control, social emancipation, and access to resources - struggles that, in turn, have degenerated into conflicts and internecine wars. Retarded in its development, unbridled in its lust for power, steeped in official corruption, chaotic in its political engineering, Ethiopian regime of Meles Zenawi and his cabinet are now sprinting toward total collapse. The regime of Meles Zenawi is not drawing a lesson from the past African leaders who were overthrown, who were killed and who were jailed because of their mismanagement and corrupted system of governance. He is pushing the wrong button since he is managing and ruling by forces. His memory is very short and shallow. He is also thinking in bush style of saber rattling instead of dialogue and political consensus. When Tigrean People Liberation Front took the power, everybody thought that they learned a valuable lesson from their past guerrilla warfare and they did not dare to impose their will on the people, but their acts reminded us that power has been historically corrupting human being unless they follow rule of law, democracy and justice. For example, we have witnessed in Somali Region that many Tigreans origin have got rich in overnight. We are talking about millionaires. In other words, the Tigreans are only given permission to invest in Oromo, Somali and Afar regions while the natives are forced to be exiled, to be jailed on fabricated history and to be killed on the pretext of being part of terrorism and against peace. History has showed that in the post-colonial period, many African leaders have exerted dictatorial control over their societies. Through their undemocratic policies, they have spread dissatisfaction among the people, which has manifested over time in nationalistic feelings and even popular rebellions. These political tensions, in turn, have generated fierce conflicts over resource control. The same scenario is currently unfolding in Ethiopia. In every region of Ethiopia, insurgents are fighting to liberate their lands. The people are forced to take arms to fight for their survival. Meles Zenawi is one of the worst leaders in Horn of Africa. He is ruling with iron fist and is imposing his ephemeral power on the people of Somalis, Oromo, Afar and Gambelas while his own ethnic group is looting the resources of the regions of these oppressed nations. Much of the blame for Ethiopians recent spiral of violence belongs to generations of opportunistic and venal Ethiopian leaders, who have done little to develop their societies and emancipate their peoples. The so-called ministers of Meles’s cabinet are handpicked by the Tigrean and they are only there to be used against other ethnic particularly Amhara ethnic group whom the Tigrean is considered as threat to their power. For instance, Minister of Tourism, Mohamed Dirir, is a token that insults Amhara ethnic to be chauvinist and settlers; on the contrary, Tigrean are the real settlers and oppressor in Ethiopia. Their schemes are geared to dividing and ruling in the name of ethnicity empowerment while they field in any position their own ethnic group, Tigrean and its servants. All the key positions of Federal government are filled with Tigrean; they are 3.5 millions, but they have five Ministers and 71 members in the parliament; however, Ethiopian Somalis are 4 to 5 millions, but they have only one Minister in the Federal government. He is a yes man to their myopic and narrow political manipulation. The same could be said in any region of Ethiopia. It is not Ethiopian Somalis that are governing Somali State, but a certain Tigrean , Abay Tsaye, who has the power to change the so-called President. Seven Presidents have been removed in the last sixteen years. In the same vein, Somali Region President, Abdillahi Hassen, who is the worst leader that somali regional state has known, is nominated because he married to a Tigrean lady. He does not have any a clue how to manage state let alone to express his opinion on public arena except echoing the statement of Meles, Sebhate and Abay Tsaye; The worse of Somali Region is the quotas style of sharing power. Former Minister of Federal of regional state, Abay Tsaye, has promulgated that Somali Region’s president should be from ****** clan, the Vice President must be an Issa clan and the speaker has to be an *****; this is truly antiquity system of governance. In the 21 century, one can not share power through genetics, but it should be by merit. Somali Region is inhabited by many clans who live peacefully and share power for century. Further, Ethiopian Somalis , Oromos, Afars and Gambelas do not have the right to manage its own regional state. Thousand of people of those regions are jailed, executed or forced to flee their land. The recent wave of killing in Somali Region is another form of stifling the rights of people. Meles ‘s happy triggered soldiers are prohibited food , raped women, strangulated elderly, and burnt villages in the name of fighting terrorism. An elderly Ethiopian Somali lamented, “ When Amhara was in the power seat, they limited themselves in the politics, but the Tigrean do not allow us anything; they loot the resources, they kill our children, they rape our women and they destroy the social fabric of Ethiopian-ness. It will take a generation to overcome their barbaric acts.” On the election of 2005, the token Minister, Dirir and his thugs went to Somali Region and opposed that Kinijit could not be allowed to compete to any seat. To add insult to injury, four Ethiopian Somali parties were instructed to stay home in the election days and did not participate . Dirir and a few opportunists were giving money to the leaders of the parties and jailed some of them that questioned their acts. For instance, Western Somali Party leader, the brother of a well respected former Ethiopian Somali Politician Peter Roble, was harassed not to think about involving in the election. He was told that EPRDF is the only party in Ethiopia. This echoes the old one party style of Soviet Republic. Dirir and his gang fielded only EPRDF loyal members to take part in the election since they were implementing the order given to them by the TPLF thugs. Moreover, the expansion of corporate dominance has accentuated the steady descent into near economic strangulation and political chaos. Many transnational corporations have acted as economic predators in Ethiopia, gobbling up national resources, distorting national economic policies, exploiting and changing labor relations, committing environmental despoliation, violating sovereignties, and manipulating government and the media. In order to ensure uninterrupted access to resources, TNCs have also supported repressive corrupted leaders such as Meles Zenawi and his warlords, and guerrilla fighters, thus serving as catalysts for lethal conflict and impeding prospects for development and peace. In addition, the West has supported Meles and his kind of leaders by calling them “ The new breed of African Leader”; however, the reality is far from it. Meles Zenawi and his thugs based upon one and only one party system is maiming and killing Ethiopian people. At the advent of the new millennium, Ethiopia is hurting badly. Most parts of the country are embroiled in ethnic conflicts, violent wars for political and resource control, and cross-border conflicts. The opposition groups are in full geared to unseat Meles Zenawi’s regime and the biggest problem of this turmoil is the crisis of leadership in the Federal government and regional state. The current regime did not want to make operational what it couches in the constitution. On the contrary, a certain token Ministers and regional state official are implementing the instructions that are given by the Tigrean ethnic who are in the power seat. For example, for the first time in the Somali Region history, a Tigrean person is nominated in the security position. This shows how much woyanes people are violating the new constitution that they pretend Ethiopian people have endorsed. In conclusion, the exploitation has resulted in serious environmental damage, developmental neglect, human-rights abuses, economic oppression, and inequitable resource allocation. These abuses, and the need for redress, are at the heart of the conflict in Ethiopia. In recent months, calls for emancipation by rebels of every region have grown louder. The only lasting solution is to redress the injustice and implement rule of law when all Ethiopian are permitted to participate in the process of power sharing. Western World should enforce rule of law, democracy and other form social equities in Ethiopia.

Important Notice Fadlan address me as ADAN HASHI CEYROOW(ex-Abtigiis & Tolka) when replying to my comments or posts. I need to keep the name of the hero stay on the lips of Somali's for a long time.

War wali way soo socotaa ee aniga soowdiga xaalkayga og! Soo diga og inaan dhexdhigay qaybta politics'ga. KoolKat Abaayo, waxaa waayee af-******* ma fahantidoo?? kii Muuse Suudi baan kugula hadli hadda: xaa waayeee yabaal ma fahmaayo? mihiina xaa walaxaas laga dhahaa? JB fadlan take the pain of inviting her, Sahra Daawo's "Yabaalbaa,laba...".

PART TWO Still standing at the Airport, the man next on the line patted me on the back and asked where I was going to. I was awakened by his hand from the thought of the olden days. I told him. Then, he started his story. He said he was watching the RTD (Radio-Television Djibouti) last night on the Arabsat, when he suddenly found out that his wife was making the headlines. "I jumped up. 'I said', for what is she there? When did she go to Djibouti?" He said. Apparently, his wife, who recently graduated from an embroidery school, thinks she is an erudite and modern woman. 'I should have known', he murmured, what Professor Saleeye told me. I had no idea who the professor he is referring to was. ‘Professor Saleeye enlightened me on, how our women are learning the wrong way,’ he said. ‘The professor said, if you see women Doctors, Engineers, or Pilots from India, China or Japan, they are all dressed up in their national costumes, speak their languages with pride, and are not necessarily averse to ‘traditional’ home-values and division of labour. Indeed, in the east, educated women strive to open-up education and employment opportunities for the other unlucky girls and women, uphold progressive cultural and societal capitals, and encourage the integration of useful western values into their native mores and norms that have served them well for centuries.’ ‘So why do you feel ours are not doing the same?’ I asked. ‘Because I know from my own experience. Ours are blighted with confusion and vengeance against men. For them, civilization 101 starts with vituperative rhetoric of ’men and women are equal! Down with the male, and to hell with headscarves! They spend their energy on trivialities.’ ‘Are you sure you are not bitter because they are demanding long-denied rights?’ I asked. ‘I am not crying for lost privileges, my friend. The thing is, of all the issues that await them, why do they myopically focus on upsetting family cohesions, and initiation of unwarranted scuffles? Why do they give too much weight to ‘the man should cook for me, and wash the dishes’ slogans? Even, in situations (unlike in the West) where there are no pressing conditions for that to be done. ‘I think there is no harm in us doing those works. But I agree with you, that if respect is mutual in the family, then sharing house chores could be agreed upon cordially without any bitterness. And I concur with you that the element of coercion is the spoiler here. In addition, the prejudice that the ‘whites’ are culturally more superior to us is what we have to repel.’ He shook his head and finally told me what happened last night. According to his story, he expected his wife to be in her family’s home - attending to her sick mother. At least, that is what she told him before she left the house, two days ago. But he says, he was dumbfounded when the news reader of the TV broadcasted pictures of Yustur, his wife, donning a cap, and with big dark sunglasses. ‘A delegation of young women has arrived today from Diredawa to pay a week-long visit, aimed at fostering the sisterly relations between the youth of the two cities. Marwo Yustur Wacays, the head of the delegation told journalists that this year’s event is organized under the slogan 'Free Movement for women bolsters family cohesion'the TV man said, the stranger-friend told me. He held his mouth with his hands, and quizzed me, ‘mind you, with no notice. With no permission. Do you think this will bolster our unity? No way. She will see!’ he vowed. ‘By the way, do you call a forty three years old women (who was serving tea to the explorers, when they were marking the equator), ‘young’? Or she adheres to ‘the forty-three’ years-young doctrine of the cosmopolitans? War anagaa wax aragnay!’ he seemed genuinely displeased. Suddenly, the door of the toilet opened, and a skinny short man walked out, throwing his hands. He was furious. ‘Now, do you call yourselves human beings? I have epilepsy and fell down inside the toilet, and no one comes to my rescue? Thankfully, it was before I started and I am not messed up’ he walked away - dejected. The man, who told me his wife’s story, was the next after me, but on account of his age, I allowed him to take my turn. Some at the back of the line murmured. Disrespect? The humiliation the man was dealt by his wife triggered reflections of parallels I knew about. My mind quickly raced back to that final year in my school. And to Haybe. Despite our earlier undertaking not to disappoint Haybe again, when in the same year – the graduation year, we saw his pick of partner from the Eve’s descendants; we couldn’t let him ruin himself. Not before our own eyes! ‘Naagtan faraha ka qaad! She is not for you. She is worthless’, all of us thundered on the daunted Haybe; who in his confusion cocked his head to his left, eyes fixed on the sand flooring, as if to say enough, enough, I hear it, but would you please end it. The torment was unbearable, I felt. ‘What is with her? And why are you so much concerned?’ he said, after he somewhat recovered from the initial agony. Mahdi never minces his words. ‘Everything is wrong with her. In fact, it would have been easier to answer, had you asked what is right with her. Don’t you see the way she dresses, the way she talks and most of all the unfaithfulness? By the way, even if she is the most righteous girl in the city, would it matter, as long as everybody in town sees her entirely differently? And that is what they do.’ ‘You haven’t said anything.’ Haybe got heart from the lack of evidence on the supposed culpability of his love. ‘I have said everything, if you have ears. Must I say she is the toast of men of all ages? Or ought I to tell you, what her epithet these days is: ‘the river of the country’. Do you see the jab here? Or you are God’s sheep as I suspected? War meesha waa laga wada cabbaa!’ Nobody disdains Haybe as a squeamish soul, but with what is just being said against Hibo, he had a fill of insult. His neck prickled with ire. Testicles are patted, and there was no way he will let this go with impunity. He charged forward, tooth clenched, eyes red-shot, and got the chin of the last talker- who, frankly, he doesn’t recall who he was anymore- with a head butt. Blood gushed out and smeared shirts. The frenzy and the swapping of blows didn’t let us distinguish who was bleeding and who wasn’t. If we hadn’t intervened in time, I bet grave-diggers would have had at least one more body to rest, that day. The next morning, all of my friends handed the weight of convincing Haybe to ditch that crazy girl down to me. We knew he was head over heals for her, but we also knew she will land him in unfathomable mess. I, the self-proclaimed most liberal of all the guys, wondered what is so special of the girl, that blinded the serene friend of us, from the glaring reality. For it was true, that Hibo was seen entwined with so many men, that nowadays, it has become easier to recall the date and place she was sighted, than to describe the man with whom she was last seen. It was rumored she goes out with men on an hourly basis. When we were compiling evidence on her infidelity, we were astounded by what we saw and heard. Yusuf would come with the story of ‘she was with a young boy-half her age, jeego-xiir ah, and they held hand-in-hand,’ with a wrath that leaves one wondering whether he is just imparting information, or bemoaning a harsh rout in a love contest. Xaashi said, he saw her with a very old man, balding and white-haired (driving a Toyota Pick-up). He added that on top of the Pick-up car was flour-mill, and that he suspects the man might be an owner of a bakery in the town.

I tend to agree with JB on this one. Next time, Gaorweey ka socotaa yaana maqlin. Anyway, who knows that might have spared us of the heavy toll we are paying; because of the competition to endear themselves with Meles of the two so-called States. Hal meel oon kala xisaabtanaa fiicnaan laheyd.

Abdilatif; Waa lagu waayay, waad salaamantahay saaxiib. Jacylbaro adigu intaan carruuraha soo ciyaar siisanayo na sii afuuf waligaaba!!Kolkaan joogo maad hadashid. Koolkat Ma badalayo magacayga. waaban ka yabaalay taladaada. Laakiin, labo ma la ogol yahay?

I Think it is not for JB to suggest that. Adiga waxaan kugu ogeyn sheekadooyin kale; leave the politics to the real men. War is not for you. Emperor; Waa lagu salaamay. Nabadda qaado dee!

I haven't talked about others.It is one at a time;and this timethe discussion was about Sado.For any other who do the same,my reaction is Ditto! Emperor; I send you an olive branch as a gesture of peace! Inaga daa dee dagaalka.Let us learn from each other. Just a Joke; Did you fathom My clan, definitively?

Emperor War hedde waa kusidee, meela iima ogolide? I like to say what I think of people without following a predetrmined line of thinking. I decide based on the weight of information available and not on whtether what i will say conforms to what is percieved to be politically correct by my tribe or my ideological allies. I know the Somalilanders are not the cause of the Somali fiasco; and they are not the problem. Ethiopia is the problem,saaxiib. It is time you get out of your "Tolaa'ayeey" mood, and start looking at things rationally.

JB Afka kama cadayn karo ergana uma diran karee,,,baa ku haysa ma laha?

Abu Geljire walaahi, I am not joking. I have been mourning for three days. I felt I lost a close family member. Ninkaasi nin buu ahaa! And I would like to carry on his name for posterity in every way possible.

Abu Geljire walaahi, I am not joking. I have been mouring for three days. I felt I lost a close family member. Ninkaasi nin buu ahaa! And I would like to carry on his name for posterity in every way possible.

MMA please move it there so that I will add the rest. Probably another 4-5 parts. I think the story has some moral at the end! Haa, odaygaa wax isku dayay-micnaha aniga. By the way, if i want to change my name say for instance to Adan Hashi Cayroow, yaan kala xidhiidhi??

Emperor War walaal ha mashquuline; Abtigiis buu ahaa. Ask the Admin. Laakin muddo yar bay ahayd. General Duke baan ku dhacay anigoon in badan ba joogin; deedna waa la ibaan gareeyay. Taas ka imo, Anigo somaliland secessionkeeda ma ogoli. I have explianed that in black and white. I suggest you go over and see other threads. But I don't know why anyone who says good things about the somalimpeople in the North (mind you not the adminstration) is being labeled secessionst or this and that. I have also opposed and continuously oppose the forceful colonization of Lascanood. In the same vein, I depolre Puntland authorities unlawful arrests of Somaligalbeed citizens; and the massacre of civillians by warlord Abdullahi Yusuf and his thugs. So, where do I belong to? You tell me! Apparently, it is murky and misty for you are not used to people who take such seemingly contradictory positions. I make no sense to opinionated fools, usually. Ma is fahanay adeer.

Abtigiis buu ahaa; then I added Tolka. Why is that important? are you going to dig up old crimes? Just answer my question saaxiib? xaggey ku danbaysay bishii loo qabatay Cadde?Intaad dadka iska celin waydaan baad qoxootiga qabqabashidii ku mashquulaysan!!!

Emperor Your reply to the las-canood fiasco is eagerly awaited. Maxaad meesha u dayacday eed hadana ani igu haysataa? Go to my above comment and reason with me!

Waa hagaage, bal de sheekadii gaabnayd meesha ku habboon gee. Anigu qaybta Sportigaaban Cabdi Qaybdiid ku caayaye. Adigii aan tol kaa dhigtayna, dadkaabad igu soo baraarujinasa ood faynuus baad ida ba qaadatay!!

Good thinking. But I think this time you are wrong. Forgiveness waa iska dirito!Walaashay; uuh Istaaqfurulah Adeer.

War anigu meel ma kala lehi ee bal wareeji dee! dadkaad nagu soo jeedinaysaa? waa ku sidee!

War anigu meel ma kala lehi ee bal wareeji dee! dadkaad nagu soo jeedinaysaa? waa ku sidee!

I maynot agree with the analogy. But hypotetically you are right.I think there is no point of arguing on that unfication now-while the south is burning. But if things get right, I think talking won't be bad. My plan is for hargeisa to be the new capital and the northerners lead the nation. They certainly proved to be more organised. And at least for me, i feel more like home boy there than southwards!