Oodweyne Posted June 8, 2010 ^^^ Heh, you again!.... Man, one does not know whether this is best you could do in here (or even amount to). Or whether you are making some sort of a "sleight-of-hand" application to join our teeming "flaming trolls" in here; such as Cowke and others, indeed... :rolleyes: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
me Posted June 8, 2010 ^^ Just enjoy the selection of wonderful clips. It surely beats the tit-for-tat threads. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oodweyne Posted June 8, 2010 ^^Mr. Me, At least bring something bit more meaty in here, my friend. And don't forget to add "your take" of it (in a verbal way). Or at least, as to how sort of "analogy" of the comparison kind, that you see what you posted in here is to the Somali's political saga of the present time, indeed.... Since, that way, we can then at least really have a genuine "spice-laced" floor-sweeping-debate to our heart's content, indeed... Regards, Oodweyne. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Duufaan Posted June 9, 2010 Thanks me Nice historic narrator. I watched the last one. Ethiopian Somaliland. I just realized, we are still continuation of same path with different mode. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
me Posted June 10, 2010 The Life and Death of Steve Biko (1977) Part 1 The Life and Death of Steve Biko (1977) Part 2 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
me Posted June 3, 2013 Pity the Nation -Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion. -Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press. -Pity the nation that acclaim the bully as hero, and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful. -Pity the nation that raises not its voice save when it walks in a funeral, boasts not except among its ruins, and will rebel not save when its neck is laid between the sword and the block. -Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. -Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another with trumpetings again. -Pity the nation whose sages are dump with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. -Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation. Khalil Gibran. THE GARDEN OF THE PROPHET. London, Heinemann (1934) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
