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I am the beginning melody of stories told and tales forsaken

i am breathing life into my own kind’s whole existence

i am hidden in corner bookshelves behind men between lines

i am soul searching for an ink to un-mute my voice

i belong to a race that’s stripped naked and split

their genes in my blood running through my veins

though shame became the only animal we learned to tame

don’t you trust in the belief that all that my kind do is leave

everyday I mold and shape the wisdom of my ancestors

birds sympathize but dare not feel pity for my people

our sorrow and pain is engraved on the hills of struggle

watch my people rise up and shine forever once again

i am son of the soil telling stories of those

who live so that I may see this day come

in the cosmos we are balanced like the shape of my lady lover

our souls are way up the stars but they shift on the planet's wind

calm as summer seas yet furious as midnight hurricane

i ask my conscience where does the joy of being "US" begin?

when it limits the heart in the chest of this refugee

i should take my sorrow with express train to heavens

for I, like the moon need to shine by reflected light.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Somali:

 

They call you nomad the guardian of the soil

the son of a mighty and great warrior

humbled by faith and hardened by fate

your dignity crawls between heaven & the earth

your beauty runs soul deep like your ancient land

your thoughts refreshing like a spring morning

your words soothing and they caress my soul

bursting with life when death is all that surround you

teaching love in these seasons of deep hatred

how do you survive on this lonely planet?

when your number disappears and tongue goes numb

feeling trapped inside the walls of famine

struggling with man made poverty and diseases

you’re composed from dust with diamonds dangling from your hands

you dance beneath the sky in the company of the stars

making the earth tremble and shake with delight

praising the soil that feeds you and your kind

singing the moon a lullaby before the sun rises

feeding your offspring with your ancient knowledge

who will memorize the tales of our forefathers you told

the poems recited for and of our unique race

for your day of demise is beckoning in fast pace.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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BOB   

Brotherly Love:

 

What caused this madness that detached you

from reality,leaving you incapable of acknowledging I?

i reach out trying to touch the soul of the brother in you

leaving me cold with fear of never finding what I seek

yearning for the brothers in pride we once were

when a mere dream was all we had in the season of few

when beside I you always stood firm for eternity

if the floods of fate carried us apart to distant shores

trust the blood in your veins to safely guide you home

when you ask for me know that I do not stand

beneath the surface or walk in single file with time

ask if my arms can hold joy and share its bounty

if I have eaten mango slices of passion

for the love of its tempting sweetness

if I lie awake to conjure new days

with the heaviness of sleep in my eyes

if my feet failed to lift me to the heights I dreamed of

if my fingers went numb and my pen’s ink dried

if I lost sight of the truth we all try to live by

before my name dies with the fire in my belly

ask not for less than my heart & soul for they belong to YOU first.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Salaam,

 

BOB, wlcm back walaal. You & ur poems have been missed. Where did you hide under? smile.gif

 

P.S. It's me Fadumo Farax. :D

P.P.S. Nice poems.

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raula   

^^^I second that.

 

BOB jamani usitufanye hivyo tena..wengine tumekufa na heartbreak..sasa nani daktari atatutibu?

 

:D wlc back.

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BOB   

Kooleey,

 

Assalamu Aleikum my dearest Faadumo Faarax, i am glad that you still remember the name that i gave you. what happened to your old name that i came to love?

 

it's always a pleasure to hear from you and i am glad you're still around.

 

 

Bishaaro,

 

Assalamu Aleikum walaashiis, you won't beleive if i tell you where i've been to so let's not get into that because it will take forever to explain it.

 

glad to know that the old timers are still alive and kicking...

 

 

Assalamu Aleikum Ms Rift Valley aka raula,

why do you always like to put me into trouble heh?sijafunja chochote na sina haja nayo.

glad to hear from you too.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Baashi   

BOB,

Wlc back sxb. Tell us where you've been please. Bliss Qooqaani or Garisa kuleel badan, which one?

 

You have been missed awoowe.

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BOB   

Assalamu Alaikum my dear brother Baashi, LooL@Khookhaani!

 

Bro, I went to pay a visit to my old comrade BOB aka Robert Mugabe and see if he had any farm or farms reserved just for me, so I told my old lady that I was going to take her for a vacation to Victoria Falls and leave all the kids with their headaches behind and enjoy each other's company for once and have few one on one sessions along the way for old times sake because as you know age has finally caught up with me and I am not the rock hard I once used to be when I used to drink few gallons of camel milk each night before I went to burn the fat by teaching new yoga positions to my old lady.

 

Zimbabwe is the only country on earth where everything is "Out Of Order" including humans? have you ever seen a human wearing a sign on his neck reading "Sorry, Out Of Order"?..

 

to cut a long story short..my old Comrade BOB disappointed me by telling me that he thought that I was deceased in the Somali civil war and he had my name wiped out from the Club and when I lost my temper at him and threatened to tell Mandela how he fancied Garca and before that Winnie and kept their pics under his pillow,he had me thrown away from the villa and I walked from Harare all the way to Koyama because in Africa you can't hitch hike...LoooL.

 

Brother nice to hear from you and please pass my regards to the rest of the family Insha Allah and I wish you all the best.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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BOB   

1927-2005

 

Her wrinkled skin bear testimony to her golden age

her eyes give away the secret of many tears shed

her ancient footprints guide you to the many seasons witnessed

gray became the colour of her once long straight dark hair

her high somali cheek bones tell a story of their own

her forehead spoke of the beauty that age kidnapped

grace is all you see when you look at her peaceful face

wisdom is all I heard every time she moved her lips

pride is the fire I breathe every time one mentions her name

I look at her pale looking skin and see a thick blanket

that has endured all the cold winters of her lifetime

in her pretty eyes all I see is soulful happy visions

long before there ever was a set of television at home

on her smooth and soft hands I felt kindness and thank God’s mystery

her feet have walked all paths of life yet never neglected the soil

her tongue told tales of her glory days in our mother tongue

her lips sang songs that never failed to soothe my sorry soul

her messages massaged the dignity of my beloved sisters

her ancient words of wisdom sat my mind to positive freedom

I kiss her feet in her golden and self mended shoes

for she was a lady born with grace in a ripe old age

through spoken word I relive her legacy right on this page

listen to the songs I sing from the heart and help me pay her homage

for she laid the foundation of this man’s life journey on this earth.

 

We Shall Meet Someday Soon Insha Allah My Beloved.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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J.Lee   

Zimbabwe is the only country on earth where everything is "Out Of Order" including humans? have you ever seen a human wearing a sign on his neck reading "Sorry, Out Of Order"?..

LOL.

 

Welcome back walaal (bet you'd never guess who?): Beautifully descriptive as always.

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BOB   

Originally posted by Jimca Lee:

 

(bet you'd never guess who?)[/QB]

War Balaayo..Mrs Bill Gates ahaa! there are many people i wish to forget about and can do so easily but i can never forget,by far the most talented Wordsmith sister SOL ever knew (i mean the second most..because otherwise i will find myself in HOT WATER while you enjoy the show from Millions of miles away in Sea-Town) what more can i say to prove that I KNOW WHO YOU BE?

 

it's always a pleasure to have you around and i am glad you're still around..

 

PS. Pass my Salams to your home girls Pacifist & Ms Pilipili aka Beska Xaaji.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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J.Lee   

^ :D .

 

Awww!@Mrs.Gates, only if dreams came true walaal and life was all gumdrops and lollipops but don't worry I still have my fingers crossed (Insha'allah)

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BOB   

Trouble In Paradise:

I was born in the season of plenty beneath the stars

a native son courting destiny behind the back of fate

unaware of the misfortune lurking behind the clouds

an innocent child blind to the painful reality

some expected rain but few predicted blood bath

hatred fuelled the fire that burned my country’s love nest

while her siblings fought over the carcass of her remains

poverty and despair became the curse of my divided nation

tattered and scattered how the mighty is shattered

seeking redemption by whoring our dignity on cheap

we abducted our humanity and raped our conscience repeatedly

brother buried brother alive beneath the burning earth

a paradise lost in the expense of the hell my people gained.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

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Baashi   

while her siblings fought over the carcass of her remains

poverty and despair became the curse of my divided nation

tattered and scattered how the mighty is shattered

seeking redemption by whoring our dignity on cheap

Right on.

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