Hanaan Qurux. Now, I am going to raise the bar and make the great lyricist Jamaal envy me by posting the lyrics of a "Dhaanto" song but I am not sure if I got it right. (Verse 1) *Hemaddiyo hableheena qaaligeeda Qalbigiyo wadnaheyga qarqarkiisa Qosolkiyo hadalkaagaan uqushuucee Qaadirkeygoow haiga qaadin quruxdeeda Qarsho weeyee qalbigu armuu naga qarxaa (chorus) Naftaa qaaliyee armuu naga qarxaa *habeenadaan hir baa iluxay (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *aniga heybaddiyo tilmaantiiye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *waxaa ihuurmaday jaceylkiiye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *naftaan huriyaa haasaawaha uahaa (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *habeenkii riyaan ku heesaaye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa (Verse 2) *Niyadeydaa cishqiga la nuglaatee nabaradii jaceylkaan uhaatee nimco nuuraan naftan unuglaatee nafaqeysoo hablaha ku nasiibsaan lahaa (chorus) naftaa naaxiyoo ku nasiibsuu lahaa *nafaqeysoo hablaha ku nasiibsaan lahaa (chorus) naftaa naaxiyoo ku nasiibsuu lahaa *habeenadaan hir baa iluxay (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *aniga heybaddiyo tilmaantiiye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *waxaa ihuurmaday jaceylkiiye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *naftaan huriyaa haasaawaha uahaa (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa *habeenkii riyaan ku heesaaye (chorus) hanaan quruxeey habeen badanaa. PS. Could any one post the lyrics of Guul Wadoow Siyyaad in full Please? Just Kidding. Peace,Love & Unity.

"Hi Ladies, how are you doing?" asks Viking. "We're doing great" they both reply at the same time. "What a wonderful night huh?" says Viking. "I hope that is what you will be saying after we are done with you" jokes Athena. "Easy now, I am with my lovely wife as you can both see?" says Viking thinking Athena is coming on to him. "We can see that which makes it even better" says Bawaaqo. "I beg your pardon?" says Viking feeling confused. "Never mind, now lets get back to business shall we? Your ID please" asks Athena. "is this some kind of Joke, I mean you can clearly tell that I am an overage and besides this is a Muslim event where no liquor is going to be served, so why do you need an ID for?" asks Viking innocently. "Goodness, yes we can tell that you are an adult and yes this is a Muslim event and yes there will be no alcohol served but that is not the reason we are asking for your ID buddy" says Barwaaqo. "go on and tell me why then..." says Viking. "it is a long story which we are not prepared to tell as we have a party to host and as you know you are not the only one attending it so please just give us your bloody ID or else.." says Athena. "or else what? Eat me alive?" jokes Viking. "even if I was a cannibal I wouldn't dare touch you let alone eat you as you are definitely not my type" replies Barwaaqo. "Now, look, we haven't got all night so please for the last time show us your ID or we will call the security and ask them to remove you from the premises with force†threatens Athena. "I didn't know cannibals had preference when it comes to meat and is this your way of trying to intimidate me?" asks Viking. Barwaaqo calls for the security and my dear friend Viking thinks it is all joke and continues to argue until suddenly two fat (yeah they were fat and there is a huge difference between being Fat & being Strong)appear behind him and they lift him up and carry him into a nearby room and as you'd expect Viking tried to free himself but to no avail and I actually saw one of them hit him and suddenly rafikiyangu started to calm down and ask them to put him down so he would walk and all this happened in the full view of Qac Qaac and SoMa_InC who were pretending to be busy waving at the crowd and signing autographs and I admit that made me furious as I expected them to help the brother out. they went inside and locked the door, now I am not sure what really happened in there but after few minutes Viking came out shaking his head and staring in the sky and asking for a divine intervention. He came back to Athena and Barwaaqo and started to plead with them but these two girls seemed hell bent to humiliate the brothers in front of their ladies and through this I realized that we Somali guys are real gentlemen indeed as there is no other race on the planet who would tolerate such treatment from their ladies..(brothers, I know we were humbled and humiliated but we won the respect of the feminist minorities in our Somali race and they awarded us with the honourary "Carweelo Award" . "Please don't let my knowledge of football deceive you, I am just a couch potato and I am not even fit enough to be a ball boy, so please I can't do 50 sit ups, please†cries Viking. "Look, we don't care whether you are a couch potato or PS2 wizard just do the bloody sit ups and we will let you go inside" orders Barwaaqo. He mumbles something and Athena thinks he is cursing them and so she starts to call on the security once again.. "Now, what have I done wrong?" mourns Viking. "what did you just say?" asks Barwaaqo. "I was swearing at Nuune and Jamaal_11 for inviting me to this bloody party,they set me up and I am going to kill them" vows Viking. "waryaa, we don't care who you kill or who you let live, just do the bloody sit ups and disappear" orders Athena. "Now can I ask you a favour here please as your Somali brother?" asks Viking. "go ahead" they reply. "it will hurt my ego even more to do the press ups in front of the lads, so could you please ask them to move away so I can get on with it" asks Viking politely.(this almost brought tears to my eyes ) "Sure, no problem" assures Barwaaqo. "Waryaa, go back all, hey you, yes you ,Haddaad, Maddaad, Gaddaad whatever you bloody call yourself, go away and come back in an hour and don't be late even a second and don't you dare come back early even for a second and the rest of you guys from you, Qac Qaac and SoMa_InC all the way to him go and play hide and seek somewhere and you ladies please go and freshen up and enjoy yourself in that room while we take care of business and we will all call you back when we are done and I assure you no man, not a single one of them will set a foot inside before all of you are safely inside" orders Athena and after few minutes my dearest friend Viking goes to work to earn his ticket to 7th S.O.L Academy Awards. To Be Continued....

Faadumo Faarax, Nova_*, Dark Angel, -Conspiracy- (You have no idea what i wrote about you & Qori_Xabaalan and SoMa_InC )Athena (am already SCARED) Smilez and Dawoco---> Greetings To All Of You and ENKOSI. Next inline was Pacifist, Ms Word and Besbaaso who was busy waving and smiling at their adoring and faithful fans and they all seemed excited and happy that they had real fans who stood hours and waited patiently under the hot summer sun of Hope Land. (i have to admit I came close to dehydration for wearing a winter jacket in a hot summer evening). "Hello, all you gorgeous signoritas, how you all doing?? greets Barwaaqo. "War Belaayo, apart from being almost blinded by all these flashing cameras which I feel they were being tested and trained on us I am ok" replies Ms Word wiping her eyes. "OMG my eyes still hurt and not to mention my arm as I kept on signing an autograph after another and OMG the way they stared at me, it was SCANDALOUS" reveals Pacifist. "I am not even sure if I signed with my usual signature because I was dying to get out of there as they kept on coming" cries Besbaaso. "they all love you, as they are all your loyal & die hard fans ,that is all" replies Athena. "by pulling my hair, is that how they show their love and their appreciation towards me" asks Ms Word. "now, ladies, tell us the designers of your killer dresses and your jewelries†asks Barwaaqo. "my dress is designed by Mwlishani and the jewelry by Wino and OMG they are my favourite designers and the best in the whole world" brags Pacifist. "my dress is from Heybe and the jewelry from Timo Jilac and I tell ya, Tiffany's got nothing on Timo Jilac, Dayyum, and this is their summer collection and I got it for free, War Belaayo" boasts Ms Word. "yeah, my dress is from Fakow and the jewelry is from Timo Jilac as well as me and Ms Word are their models" says Besbaaso. "Lord Have Mercy on Faarax tonight" says Athena. "What Faarax?" asks Pacifist. "They will be all over you as the place is loaded with them and ladies i warn you, keep your purses close to you and i advice you not to give away your phone numbers to any Faarax" warns Barwaaqo. "OMG, you are scaring me now, Faarax aa? let them try and see what happens but i admit i wont mind talking to a Faarax who can sign a Maxi Priest song for me and climb up on the table and dance in front of the whole crowd then i might be tempted to tell him my nickname" says Pacifist with a smile. "Faarax iyo Word don't get along very well, unless his name is Bill Gates then i wont mind asking him to take me back to my home with his Helicopter, War Belaayo, i better hush before i get carried away and say things that might get me into trouble with my significant other" giggles Ms Word. "I dare Faarax to even think about coming on to me with his tried and tested wack lines of "Abaayo, you look familiar, maybe we used to be neighbours back in SOM or was it back in Utange and what was your name again?" and they all laugh and again they whisper into each other's ears and exchange a hug and stuff and they move on. "it is about time, now, before anything tell us what do you think of this atmosphere?" asks Barwaaqo. "this is electrifying and crazy, what is this?" asks Juxa. "this is bollocks innit, the way they scream and oh my god, this guy fainted right in front of me" says *Diamante*. "no, i tend to disagree, even though their screams made me deaf momentarily but still it is always nice to know that there are people out there who appreciate the kind of work you do" replies Dawoco. "Lovely, now how you all doing?" asks Athena. "we are Ok, apart from that excessive posing and signings, we are ALIVE" replies Juxa. "this is a question I forgot to ask Ms Word & Besbaaso, but I have to ask you two, (Dawoco & *Diamante*) since you two are up against each other, would there be any animosity towards each other or would either of you be genuinely happy for the other when one of you is declared the winner?"asks Barwaaqo. "of course I would be delighted and genuinely be happy for *Diamante* if she won because I know the title is close to me as my friend won it and generally speaking, I will be happy for whoever wins because all the nominees are immensely talented and they all deserve an Oscar" smiles Dawoco. "yeah, like wise, I admit the competition is tough, like Dawoco said, all the Nominees are talented poets and it wont hurt losing to any of them but given a choice I would like to win it and if not then I hope Dawoco does" replies *Diamante* (I admit, I was amazed with their acting skills but of course I didn't buy it as no one likes to LOSE and worse finish second). "oooh, that is lovely, innit" says Juxa. "Thanks *Diamante Dear*,that is so sweet of you" adds Dawoco.(these girls can ACT, i tell you that much). "well, then, good luck to all three of you and remember to mention my name in your speech" says Athena. As usual they again whisper into each other's ears and laughter follows and in this point in time, I accepted the fact that it was me and Garab who were getting thrashed and I could see my friend Viking was busy charming and sharing the fun with his lady but little did he know the torture and the humiliation that was waiting ahead and now he was only Femme-Fatale away from his fate. "Hi Girlfriend, even though I am still mad at you for not calling me back last night but as always it is lovely seeing you FF" says Athena with a smile flowed by a hug. "I am so sorry dear, but I will make it up to you" replies FF with a cheeky wink, "Barwaaqo, I heard you got a stalker from SOL, I am dying to know who it is" continues FF. "I will tell you all about it later on after we take care of all these guys behind you, who if I may add kept looking at your behind, they are shameless" says Barwaaqo. "Yaah, my behind aa? Who are they? please tell me" cries FF. "Viking,(i thought the dude was Married) Qac Qaac, Soma_Inc, Qori_Xabaalan and Rokko and not to mention the other that are waiting inside and those still to come" reveals Athena. "they all have no morals whatsoever but I feel sorry for the poor ladies that came with them, but wait until i introduce myself to their girls and i promise you, they will be dancing with each other before the night is OVER" laughs FF. "don't worry dear, we will teach them a lesson that they will never forget all on your behalf" promises Barwaaqo. "Please especially Qori_Xabaalan, teach him a lesson but don't tell him I said that otherwise I will be in trouble" says FF. "consider it done" says Athena. "now, FF you gotta tell us who designed this showstopper that you wearing and your jewelry" asks Barwaaqo. “oh you like it yeah, the dress is from Haji and the jewelry is from Msawawa from Jozi" says FF with a delight. "Good Luck dear and don't forget to mention my name or I will never speak with you again" threatens Barwaaqo. "come on, you know I can'r forget you two as you are my girls, don't worry I will" replies FF and with that they exchange quick hugs but to my relief there were no whispers exchanged as Viking was just few feet away from them but busy waving and smiling at the crowd. To Be Continued.... Peace,Love & Unity.

My mother tongue, its been printed on my heart its been stabbed on my soul its been marked on my spirit My Mother Tongue its been interpreted by my mind its been spoken fluently by my tongue its been shaped by my Somali lips My Mother Tongue when I emulate far & foreign tongues when I try to express myself in a strange tongue when I sing for my Somali soul in a non Somali tongue my beloved mother tongue interrupts when I am faced by sorrow my mother tongue consoles me when I am in pain my mother tongue heals me when I am alone my mother tongue stays with me when I need to be heard my mother tongue listens to me when I need to touch souls my mother tongue offers me a hand when I am depressed my mother tongue soothes my soul when I recite a poem my mother tongue forms the verses when I need to tell a story my mother tongue writes the pages when I pray my mother tongue purifies my conscience when I am down my mother tongue lifts me up when I feel oppressed by the might of alien tongues when I feel undermined by any opposite tongues when I need a help my mother tongue stands by my side when I am cold my mother tongue covers me with words when I am weak my mother tongue provides a shoulder to lean on when I am lost my mother tongue leads me to my soul when in need of pride my mother tongue reminds me of my History when I tell a story my mother tongue pours words from my heart when I am in fear my mother tongue offers me protection when in need of place to hide my soul my mother tongue shows me the way to the safest place on earth by speaking my mother tongue without being understood. Peace,Love & Unity.

DeadlyVision, Nice 1 Bro. My pen seeps ink as I deep think world on the brink of destruction mind numbed by guilty sweet drink ruptured mental just can't function breathing angry fumes number nine cloud face distorts like the Alex shroud the warring crowd stands proud with arms politicians and soldiers with bloody palms sons and daughters with New World orders bricks and mortar and concrete jungles walk careful or the snakes bite the ankle the serpent constructs and strangles the beloved prophet (p.b.u.h) predicted doom hate the righteous followers and upset God (s.w) faith ripped apart as the heart beats drug fueled dark streets sharp teethed sharks feast mark of the beast cut deep with steel forfeit the skill and target and aim to kill break the seventh seal and reveal all blast horns & tear down the devil's walls. Peace,Love & Unity.

She is stripped and ripped stripped of her identity & dignity she is all alone and feeling lonely hiding behind a wall of lies and self doubt the clock slowly ticking away as time flies by the pain seems to go on forever her heart torn apart from the inside she has nowhere to hide and no saviour to run to she keeps her pain & feelings inside never wanting them to show she is in denial and trapped in a spiral of never ending hurt she struggles to be perfect even though she knows she can't, she knows it's impossible every day, every minute, every second added to the pain of knowing she can't be anything she's destined to be the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces pieces of broken glass scattered across the blood stained carpet signifying her inner turmoil and loss of self-identity she doesn't know who she is anymore striving to be as perfect as the other girls this wasn't her a young and pretty girl trapped in a wave of jealousy and perfectionism she hates herself and the way she looks she doesn't have the strength to stand up for herself she doesn't want to be standing alone what had she done to deserve this? she keeps herself locked up she is stripped of everything she used to be her soul tattered like an old rag doll she is stripped of her pride she is stripped of her freedom she is stripped of her identity she is stripped of her dignity. That girl is SOMALIA Ladies & Gentlemen. Peace,Love & Unity.

Soma_Inc, How are you doing My Brother.. Yeah the season maybe over but there’s the Confederations Cup which is wonderful and tomorrow here in Africa we will have the World Cup qualifying matches and some of the great matches that are taking place tomorrow include. South Africa Vs Ghana in Johannesburg. Ivory Coast Vs Egypt in Abidjan. Senegal Vs Togo in Dakar. Nigeria Vs Angola in Kano. These are some of the great matches that I will be watching LIVE through the weekend Insha Allah and as usual I will post the results and the table like the last time but believe me the days of the so-called smaller "Teams" in Africa are history Bro, because whoever thought tiny Togo with bunch of unknown players could beat the mighty Taranga Lions aka Senegal and then go on to lead the group by two points with only three matches to go to 2006 World Cup in Germany? Senegal must win this match at all cost other wise they can kiss their World Cup aspirations Good Bye. Have you ever heard a team called "Plancas Negras"? well, that is Angola national team's nick name and believe it or not they beat Nigeria with all their superstars in Luanda and they are also level on points with the mighty Super Eagles who were lucky to get a draw at Kigali two weeks ago against the lowly Rwanda after Martins scored the equalizing goal in 79th minute and now they have to beat Angola in Nigeria. Then there is Drogba's Elephants aka Ivory Coast who at one stage were leading Cameroon by 4 points and looked home and dry and may I add looked a safe bet to go to the World Cup, but they failed to beat Libya in Tripoli where Drogba wasted strings of good chances and suddenly the Indomitable Lion’s are now roaring and clawing their way back into contention as they are only two points behind Ivory Coast whom they will play against in the last group matches in Abidjan,(I can't wait for that match) Egypt is my favourite team when it comes to Africa but I have to be honest here, I will surprised if they even managed a draw but in Football you never know. Bafana Bafana aka South Africa have their destiny on their own hands as all they need to do is make sure they beat Ghana tomorrow (Saturday) and they book their tickets to Germany but the team is weakened by the absence of Benni McCarthy through suspension and Quinton Fortune through injury while Ghana got all their super stars from Europe and don't forget they humiliated South Africa in Kumasi-Ghana when they beat them 3-0 courtesy of Stephen Appiah's double, but South Africa never lost a competitive match at home since 96 African Cup of Nations when they lost to Egypt 1-0 but went on to lift the cup and its understandable as they will have a 90,000 MAD SUPPORTERS in their favourite slaughter house in FNB Stadium in Johannesburg. All in all, it is going to be a weekend full of excitement and goals and I predict all the home teams will win. Peace,Love & Unity.

no words, my mind on block no creativity and no key to unlock my trusted inspiration disappear restoration,oh my thoughts unclear self expression so hard I try confrontation of the mind I shy which way to poetry kingdom unknown the right path not shown pressure causes a painful headache my brain screams.."choose a road to take artistic values I got deep inside constantly in a battle to release I try pessimist or should I say skeptic mind process is surely hectic light is near because of that i'm sure the darkness I can't and wont endure creative is what I am soon to become wall on vision yeah that's soon undone I finally able to see now, detailed art poetry flowing from my happy heart my conscience tells me everything is resolved the lack of creativity problems solved soul is free and no more mind block for I finally found the keys to unlock. Peace,Love & Unity.

I wash my soul in the lake of humanity i cover my flesh with the skin of kindness enlighten my mind with my sweat's philosophy remind my heart about the joy tomorrow holds i am on a journey looking for my life's links i travel back in time to my forefather's past hoping to find my life's meaning at long last life is precious and faith in Allah (s.w) is a MUST my people carry my wishes inside of their hope unleash my dream and tie it not to nightmare's rope announce my joyous existence to the world keep my pain & sorrow hidden from my heart deny my eyes the pleasure to weep & cry keep my name away from those that their blood be shed fate ought to see me to three decades and beyond guide my Somali peers to their lost paradise ease my pain for today is an unknown gain ambition is making this mind of mine ache dreams are achievable yet mine are misleading and they wonder why my thoughts are bleeding if I am to die before planting a human seed who's to carry my name with the pride of good deed? lay down my body on the shores of Somali unity sea let my soul rest on the waves in the ocean of peace i am no chauvinist only a proud Somalicist i strive to be a righteous Muslim & Somali man praying to earn my creator's mercy and kindness in this world where souls are sold on cheap masses lost direction in search of wealth in heap fear of failure gives my brother a heartburn told to be brave ever since we were born they say fortune favours the mighty brave bravery only got my friend to an early grave i speak as I bear witness to my beloved brain leak today I am at the ultimate future and its bleak where kindness is seen as a sign of weakness broken home is where the majority hail from leading a life filled with sins and constant lies putting the deceitful devil into a shame right now Allah (s.w) will be nice for we DESPERATELY need him. May Allah (s.w) Guide Us All Through The Right Path. Peace,Love & Unity.

"ok, here is my ID" says Garab backing down. "see,that wasn't difficult now was it?" asks Athena. "I will make sure you two will never be hosts again wait until I see the Admin" threatens Garab. "that is it, here (tossing Garab's ID into his face) now go and call the Admin and see if he can help you" says Barwaaqo. "ok, you two I will see you outside, Hadaan Booca idinku dhufan" promises Garab. "yaah, booca aa? Where is the security" come and throw this crazy man out" screams Athena. "who are you calling Nin Waalan?" asks Garab, taking off his jacket. "oh, I am sorry, maybe I should call you what you really are which is a thief looking to pick on people's pockets" says Barwaaqo. Garab asks his woman to hold his jacket and then proceeds to unbutton his shirt as he wants to teach Athena & Barwaaqo a lesson while they both continue to scream for the security and the guests behind him were shell shocked as they've never seen a guy taking off his clothes just because he wants to fight two ladies. Suddenly he turns and sees bunch of Sumo Wrestler look likes coming towards him and starts to change his attitude and completely changes his tone. "Waraa tan weeba ka dhabeesay Security aan kuugu yeeraa, fiiri wallaahi waan kugu cayaaraaye nooh, please abaayo, waxaan feeraha ween leh iga qabo, waa ogtahay Cigaal Shiidaad inuu yiri Rag La iskuma Daayo" begs Tuujiye. "Then you must do as we tell you otherwise we will unleash those on you" threatens Barwaaqo. "at home its 911 and when we are outside there is a Security aa taagan, Wareer Badanaa, what is next bal if we are Somali men?" mourns Tuujiye. "look if you want to go inside then you must get down and give us a quick 50 press ups with one hand" says Athena. "Laa Xawlah Walaa Quwatta illaa Billaah, waraa do I look like a freaking Chinese to you, I am Somali for God's sake" cries Tuujiye. "maybe we should ask you to do it with your index finger" says Barwaaqo. "labada gacan aanba qaati ka taagnaa and you are talking about my index finger, please girls, iga qaleeya nooh, Qac Qaac iyo Soma_Inc iyo Viking aa soo socdo ee iyaga ku baashaala" he tells. "Look, stop talking and start doing the bloody press ups already" orders Athena. "war anigaa iska dhintay, girls, please don't humiliate me in front of my date because I told her I am the real deal and nominated for 5 Oscars in different categories, please iga qaleeya yaakhey, this is not the way to treat your Somali brother" begs Garab. "nothing personal, but we just want to check your fitness level as you know its going to be a long night in there and we want to see how many guys could do 50 press ups" jokes Barwaaqo. "Innaa Lillaahi, waraa I only came here for the free Sambus iyo Doolshe nooh and I swear I wouldn't have shown my face any where near this damned party if I knew you guys were recruiting for Somali Army, level of fitness kulahaa, wareer badanaa" cries Garab. "Listen, you either get down and dirty or you are out of here, one of the two mate" orders Athena. "ok, I see I have no other option but to do as I am told but please don't tell anyone that you made me do 50 press ups, please as I don't want to be the laughing stock in SOL" begs Garab. "we wont tell if you don't" says Barwaaqo. "besides, I promise you the next guy will do 50 sit ups and as it looks its going to be Viking" adds Athena. My dear friend Garab goes to work and does the 50 Press Ups, don't ask me how he did it or how long it took him to do it but he FINALLY did it and don't worry about his "Wareer Badanaa" battle cries,he's managed it but the only down side of this is that we will never know who was the lady that was with his thanks to Athena & Barwaaqo as they chased him away without even asking who designed his suit and the dress for his beautiful lady with a dress to match and for that I SALUTE HIM. But before my good old buddy Viking met his fate there were couple of very hot looking ladies ahead of him in the queue and as I found out they were Raula,Wiilo & MALAIKA who burned the Blue Carpet and got their fair share of screams and faints from our good old crowd and I admit I first thought that they were posing for Elle magazine with all that waving and blowing kisses at the crowd and smiles and since they are all real life pals it was no surprise that they decided to come together and then there was Pacifist,Ms Word and Besbaaso who must have thought they were at Cosmopolitan shoot and must've signed at least 50 Autographs each because the bloody crowd were determined not to let them off the hook easily and who can forget *Diamante* and Dawoco and Juxa in their fancy and expensive looking dresses and their excessive jewelries and then there was Faadumo Faarax better known to you as Femme-Fatale who seemed busy writing down her acceptance speech on the Blue Carpet and completely refused to pose for the camera or sign one single Autograph and i could hear people calling her rude but i call her "Confident Lady" if you ask me. Now, I know most of you are clueless when it comes to what all these ladies were asked by Athena and Barwaaqo but I can assure you, they were asked nothing more than who designed their dresses and jewelries which made me realize there was some kind of conspiracy going on here as it was only the brothers who were subjected to the humiliation and the torture and soon my theories started to play up and as the minutes went by they piled up and finally realized that we (brothers) we deliberately targeted for no reason whatsoever and I also realized and accepted the fact that our two old friends in Nuune and Jamaal_11 failed us by not dropping the slightest of a hint about the trap that lay ahead and now I know why both of them gave most of us the cold shoulder, especially Nuune when I asked him to give me a large Bac madoow so I could take all these leftover Xalwo and Saambuus back to my village as a present from 7th S.O.L Academy Awards. "Hey, Girlfriends, first let me congratulate all three of you for the nominations and I wish you nothing but the best" says Barwaaqo excitingly to Raula & Wiilo and MALAIKA. "you both look Million Somali Shillings in these "Isoo Fiiri" dresses you're wearing" adds Athena with the friendliest smile and hug I have seen ever since I came to this party. "oh thanks, you two look great as well and as always its wonderful seeing you once again and oh Barwaaqo I love your set of Dahab" replies Wiilo. "Thanks Dear" replies Barwaaqo with a giggle. "now,you know the formula, we can't let you go without revealing the designers of these dresses" says Athena. "mine was designed by Mzee Shikamo Hamisi Bakari" boasts Raula. "who is he, is he a new kid on the block" asks Barwaaqo. "no he isn't new, he is the most famous designer in the entire Zanzibar island" replies Raula surprised at Barwaaqo's ignorance of (in her opinion) the greatest designer ever lived. "what about this hypnotic looking piece that you are wearing?" asks Athena. "oh, this is from Ujwong Jewelry in Zanzibar as well" boasts Raula with a broad smile. "you and your bloody Zanzibar" moans Barwaaqo. "what about you Wiilo tell us about the designer of this delicious looking dress of yours and its matching jewelry" asks Athena. "the dress is designed by none other than Yaw and the jewelry is from Bobo" replies Wiilo. "and what about you MALAIKA, reveal your secret" asks Barwaaqo. "the dress is designed by Shaambile and the jewelry is from Zam jewelry from Copperbelt" replies MALAIKA. Then they all start whispering into each other's ears and have a joyous laughter and then exchange hugs and move on as Raula, Wiilo and MALAIKA disappear inside. (call me paranoid, but I was convinced that Athena & Barwaaqo told those three how they humiliated me and my buddy Garab Tuujiye. To Be Continued.... Peace,Love & Unity.

Dawoco, yaah, kaligaa aa qarsanaayo doolshaha miyaa? Next time fanya mtangazo tafadali so I would write a whole book in the honour of the BEST among us and in this case none other than my beloved sister Juxa. My Beloved Sister Juxa. You are a loyal soul minder for all blessed with a heart of gold that shoulders all complaints with grace merciful eyes with a strong bulbs are you a human with a flesh & blood or a gift from heavens to all of us? you always enlighten my soul with your kind words and wisdom that you never fail to deliver through every line you speak blessed with a strong shoulders to carry a friend and a magical touch to heal the jealousy of a foe your medicine is pure like the treasure found in your mind's beautiful valleys you care for the young & old, friends & foes how and where did you dig for it? your fingers strong enough to knock on hard doors your very special and golden keys made to open every heart and soul Juxa, you are very special Lady and in your honour I write. Happy Belated Birthday My Beloved Sister Juxa. I Salute You. PS. Sorry, I Missed Out On This Especial Occasion but you know what they say "Better Late Than Never". Peace,Love & Unity.

As I stepped inside I heard the most deafening noise my tiny ears ever had the displeasure of receiving them and as I turned to my left to see who was making this terrible noise and there they were, a crowd of people screaming and shouting my name and taking snapshots at me but i refused to stand and flash my 1 Somali shilling smile and pose for them because i didn't want to end up looking doqon by posing for a camera without a film (I somehow knew that) because you know how we Somalis are but majority of the poor girls fell for it and some of the brothers as well, like my homeboys Cabdoow & Qurumboow who must've signed hundreds of Autographs and posed for at least 15 minutes and then there was my friend Checkmate who must've thought that he was a real movie star and who can forget the tantrums that my mate Ngonge threw just to have his pics taken and I believe I over heard him boasting "some day my pictures will earn you few quids" and then there was Rudy who almost got naked because he was busy showing off his bullet scars after he fought single handedly Bloods & Crips after they snatched a poor Somali ayeeyo's purse and then there was Northerner who thought he won a ticket to Anfield as he came wearing Liverpool jersey and humming "You'll Never Walk Alone" and the crowd loved that (I let the girls off the hook because I know some of them acted like they were competing for the cover of Marie Claire, FairLady and it will be embarrassing for them if I mentioned and revealed their names one by one, but they know who they are) Back to the story, and one guy in particular was screaming my name on top of his voice and he almost had me fooled there because I am from Africa where there are more deaths caused by stampede than Lions and the poor guy was squeezed between two extra large humans (it is utterly rude to call people OBESE ) and I thought he was suffocating and needed a helping hand, besides the Ellis Park stadium horror still haunts me on that fateful April night where 46 people left their loving families and homes just to go and watch a soccer match but ended up losing their lives. I decided to investigate why this guy was screaming my name by going over to him and as I got closer he shouted (struggling to free himself... "Can I have your Autograph please, BOB"? he asked and started to strip and expose his Chicken Feeraha, mumbling something I thought were "here, here, sign here please BOB" pointing at his midriff. now, I can understand a girl asking for my autograph as I have always been too happy to oblige because I was taught never to say "NO" to a lady especially when she is in need which is why I always make sure I give them my phone number instead of my worthless signature but a guy asking me for an autograph? Please and I swear if he was back in Motherland I would've knocked the Gaalo Iska Yeelka out of him but you know as well as I do that here in the west even the bloody pigs have rights and I was told that you could be arrested for sneezing out loud (yeah, Somali style) in a public library so instead I decided to act Un-African in other words Western but not before wondering what was he going to do with it as its only a signature besides my bank account isn't anywhere near loaded incase he had an intention to copy my signature and commit fraud because a fraudster friend once said to me never buy anything with a credit card or cheque but with cash (in my case with coins) which is why I relied on them all this time as they made me the most famous client in my local bank where I am even more famous than Mr. De Villiers who happens to own half of the town and who can forget my favourite grocery store where even the security know me as "Mr Coins". Now back to the story. "since when did the humans turned into ABSA BANK cheque-books"? I asked. "what do you mean BOB" he replied innocently. "War Awoowgii La Gub, where I come from no man exposes himself to another man and begs in LA SUMMADEEYO like he was our family's camels" I say clearly irritated but struggling to keep my voice down. "hey, I only asked for an autograph and not a lecture you thick African" he replies and he continued to utter some words that I couldn't quite hear and understand because they started to scream and jump up and down at the sight of another Nomad lady who looked "Allah Hooyooy" type and indeed dressed to kill and I admit I forgot myself and kept staring at her shamelessly for God knows how long until the brother who was with her lost his patience and started to lecture me in Somali.. "Waraa, adiga shaqo yeelo nooh, dhoore, magaalo aa joogtaa, dadka sidaas looma fiiriyo jaahil waaxid, teeda kale hadaan mar kale kugu qabto adigoo gadaasheeda fiirinaayo wallaahi beerka aan kaa garaacaa" it took my friends Cabdoow & Quruumboow minutes to convince me that i was here as a guest and not as a groupie and i should get a grip. after more than an hour of NUURSI and staring at all the beautiful ladies while getting on the nerve of the brothers that they were with i finally decided to go inside and even though some brothers came close to knocking the African out of me but thanks to my street-smart ways I managed to avoid a busted lip and a broken and bleeding nose. I was ready to go inside and take my seat shivering with anticipation and looking forward to a night filled with fun and laughter but little did I know what fate had in store for me and the humiliation and the embarrassment that lay ahead but I could never imagine in my wildest dream that my (and the majority of the brother's) torturers will come in the form of two beautiful ladies wearing two gorgeous dresses and expensive jewelry (they were borrowed, I was told later on) known to you as Ms Athena & Ms Barwaaqo. "Hey, where do you think you are going?" asked Athena pushing me back. "I am going inside as I was invited to this party" I reply. "who are you and show us your ID" adds Barwaaqo. "waraa, this isn't Kenya where one has to carry his ID even to the choo or to a funeral, not that I am saying this event is neither, now if you ladies will excuse me" I reply politely. "not so fast mate, you are not going inside without showing us your ID and I am trying to be nice and kind to you, believe me you wouldn't want me to get nasty with you and call the security" threatens Athena. "no need to go there, I am invited by the Admin and here is my invitation" I say. "look mister BOB, Chauvinist or whatever you call yourself, this doesn't mean we will let you through as it is possible this could be fake invitation so we need you to show us your ID, the original and not the copy" says Barwaaqo. "Ya, Allah, waraa idinka why are you embarrassing me in front of my adoring fans, can't you see how they adore me by screaming and shouting my name" I boast. "your adoring fans?" they both ask at the same time and start laughing to my face. "waryaa,Dhoore, listen up, those guys are Newbie and those who were banned and they are only here because the Admin promised them a free life membership, given they convince the nomads that they are their true fans by screaming and even fainting if needed and threaten to cause a riot every time the Limo brought a nomad so those are not yours or anybody's fans but I see you undermined their acting talents as you fell for it" reveals Athena with a laughter. "waryaa, you and your bloody Admin are heartless, how could you do this to all of us? I will tell the rest of the nomads about this and I promise you, we will sue you" I tell them feeling shell shocked. "Sue us? for what and on what grounds? besides this is a dog eat dog world mate and now you can forget about going inside, go back to where ever you came from with your vintage and dusty suit" replies Barwaaqo. "Boor badanaa wuxu horta, ma xamaali baa" adds Athena. "Come on now, you know I was playing, please let me go through nooh, it took me hours and with three different planes just to get here and my whole village back in Africa are anxiously waiting for my return so that I can share my experience with them and you can only imagine too well what is going to happen and how disappointed they will feel when I go back to them without a story to tell" I tell them. (I know many of you think I shouldn't Calaacal like that in front of Girls but wouldn't you know I saw with my own two eyes some of the brothers down on their knees begging while my friends Soma_Inc,Rudy,Garab,Qac Qaac and Viking were forced to do 50 press ups each while Ngonge,Northerner,Checkmate and Baashi were forced to water the whole garden with a small and leaking bucket, but you know how Somali guys are, denying everything) "look, we don't care about your damned village and Africa for that matter,we are here to do our job so you either convince us or we will send you away" says Athena. "war Awoowgiin La Jannee, what have I done to you to deserve this cruelty from you"? I cry. "nothing personal aboowe, we are here to do a job and that is exactly what we are doing†says Barwaaqo. "Aggah, this isn't a job but a torture and humiliation" I argue. "waryaa, that is it, go away now or I will call the security" threatens Athena. "no no, come on, you know I am only joking, you guys are the best and I promise I will mention your names in my speech after I win the Oscar" I tell them with a broad smile. "yeah right,waryaa, let me refresh your mind, you are not even nominated which means you are going to win NOTHING, zero okey" reveals Barwaaqo. "waraa fiiriya, iga qaleeya nooh, please aniga miskiin Africa ka imaaday aan ahay please, mid kale oo aa maskaxda yar ka waashaan waa heleesaan please aniga iga qaleeya" (never been a one who made mockery out of another's misfortune but in this point of time I was ready to do and say anything just to save my neck) "I know your likes, you are only here for the free food and drinks but sorry there are no free food and drinks, not tonight and not as long as I am here, besides there is nothing you are going to contribute so you might as well leave before I call the security and ask them to kick you out" continues Athena. "waraa, leave my suit of out this, just because I am wearing the best suit doesn't mean you should put me down by disrespecting my sense of fashion" I boast. "is that supposed to be funny and make us laugh" asks Barwaaqo. "if I thought I was funny I wouldn't be here, now ladies, as you can see the place is getting jam packed so please let me in before the front row seats are occupied by all these girls with their toy boys" I say acting tough. "security, somebody call the security" screams Athena. "no no, please come on, please don't call security, i am not here to cause trouble or disturb the peace, please just le me go in and I swear you will never see my face again" I beg. "we will let you go but first you have to tell us who gave you this suit as a charity or should I say is it designed by King Kong for this especial occasion or did you inherit it from your great great Grandpa"? asks Athena. "no, this is Mtumba and I bought it from Gikomba because I couldn't afford those at Ngara as my father doesn't work for the sarikali ya Kenya". I boast. "what the BBC did you just say?" asks Barwaaqo. "I see Tarzan failed to entice Jane or all the other females in the jungle for that matter with his lame words, is that why you came alone?" asks Athena cheekily. “I write not seeking to entice yours or any other female's heart but rather save my male heart from my soul and save my mind from raping my virgin brains, I cling on the pen so my hands wont pull my hair out and I write to ease the pain in my chest and believe me I write not to impress but fight the stress through the thoughts I express for I am only a hopeful coed trapped in the mind of a legendary poet" I reply sincerely. "whatever†replies Athena pushing me on the face. "waryaa, who is Mtumba and Gikomba, did they lend you this ridiculous looking tent you call suit that you are wearing" asks Barwaaqo. Before I could reply the crowd (yeah those same old fakers) start to scream and jump up and down like a bloody Chimp in heat by the sight of Garab with a stunning beauty in his arm and Athena and Barwaaqo give each other a quick high-five and tell me to disappear inside before they change their torturous mind and as you'd expect from any defeated and humiliated male I ran for the dear life feeling exhausted and who knows I might have broken the 100m world record in that little sprint of mine. I stop momentarily to catch my breath and wipe the sweat away from my face thinking the opportunity I just missed as I didn't get to check out Garab's date and I have to admit she was as hot as Sanguuni in March so I decided to go to the bathroom and freshen up and that is when I witnessed his ordeal and it made me realize how lucky I was (even though I never believe in luck) as I got off lightly. "hold your horses mate and where do you think you are going?" Barwaaqo asked Garab who was still busy waving and smiling at the crowd. "I was invited to this party and if I am not mistaken I am also nominated for an Oscar" replies Garbo looking at his date as to say "I am the man". "whoever invited you could've done a whole lot better but since you are here we would like to see your invitation and original ID" says Athena. "ID? What for?" mumbles Garbo looking surprised. "as you may know, there were a lot of complaints lodged by the girls last year as their expensive purses with their cellphones and make up kit stolen and we decided to step up the security and prevent the same embarrassing events occurring again this year" replies Barwaaqo. "waryaa, is this a sick joke?" asks Garab already feeling the heat. "look, we are not saying you are THIEF per say but you never know and we firmly believe the old Chinese saying "Better Safe Than Sorry" so instead of letting Ciyaal Jeeb in we rather turn back a decent brother" says Athena trying to be philosophical about it. "waryaa, do I look like a ciyaal jeeb to you?" asks Garab fuming. "look, we are still being nice to you so don't push it, you either show us your ID or be gone" answers Barwaaqo. To Be Continued.... Peace,Love & Unity.

I would like to Congratulate my dearest friend and the brother I never had Ayub Mohammed Jama aka "Cabdoow" and his beautiful and loving wife Ubah for the baby. Bro I am proud of you and as for life just hang in there and remember what I always told you "Expect not a better FUTURE without having a solid PRESENT that you built with the hard work you put in the PAST" the future looks bright and promising and WE WILL conquer and RULE Mzansi Insha Allah, I PROMISE YOU that. The Story: Just like the most of you I got a call from the Admin informing me about this unrivalled night where we honour the best among us for their contribution and the marvelous job they have done in sustaining and enhancing the reputation of this one big happy family known as Nomad Community. The Admin gave a special emphasis on this night as it was without a shadow of a doubt the most important night in the history of Somaliaonline's existence and he went on and on about the dress code and urged me to wear my "Ciid Clothes" as this was going to be a night of glamour where every guy and girl dress not only to impress but also to kill and the Admin was worried that I might come wearing my Macawista but unfortunately he forgot to ask me if I had any new clothes or could afford any for that matter and when was the last time my parents bought anything for me including clothes but I assured him that I will do my best as always. but the greatest advantage one living in Africa has is that, you can go to any Drycleaner and 'borrow' a dress or suit of your choice by bribing the Manager and in fact I know a girl who 'Borrowed' Charlize Theron's Oscar dress for as little as R10 (less than $5) but me being me, I decided to raise the bar and head to the Gikomba and buy the best Mtumba suit in the entire Southern Hemisphere. Before I write about how mine and your night went and who was wearing what and who came with who and received the loudest cheers (and for my case loudest jeers) let me give you the names of those Nomads lucky enough to be nominated from the various categories and section of the site with their educational, informative and mind blowing topics or even their interactions with the other Nomads and without a further a due here are their names. General: Juxa (Happy Belated Birthday) Kaleidoscopic (Ms Moderator) Ngonge (Liverpool Who?) Xu (Respect) Wiilo (Go Figure) Najma82 (Star) Rudy (Ghetto Super Star) STOIC (Respect) Women: Hibo (From Dubai With Dahab) Femme-Fatale (Faadumo Faarax) Rahima (My Favourite Name) -Lexus (I Prefer Lambhorghini) OG-MOTI (Respect) Ngonge (Liverpool Who?) Wiilo (Go Figure) Nova_* (Respect) Islam: (The Light of Life) Nur (Preach On Brother) Najma82 (Star) *Diamante*(Bling-Bling) Modesty Sports: (The Love of My Life) Soma_Inc (From Blues to Baggies) Northerner (You’ll Crawl Alone) Nuune (You’ll Guur-Guurasho Alone) Viking (Channel O) $187$ (Respect & Represent) Quantum_Leap (Respect & Represnt) Ngonge (Liverpool Who?) Mojam (1 Luv) Rokko (1 Luv) Juma (Buona Liverpool Lakini?) Qac Qaac (Try Kismaayo instead of Kaasa Bal-Balaare) Poetry (Ah, my Favourite Holiday Destination) Dawoco (Ms Arsenal) Raula (From Rift-Valley With Mpenzi) Ms_Word (War Belaayo) *Diamante* (Bling-Bling) Besbaaso (Ah, Ms Pilipli) Dark Angel (Respect) Najma82 (Star) Jamaal_11 (Mzee Kumi Na Moja) DeadlyVision (Respect) NIN-NOOL (Respect) Dood-Wadaag: Wiilo (Go Figure) Jamaal_11 (Mzee Kumi Na Moja) Nuune (Guur-Guuro Alone) Garab Tuujiye (Wareer Badanaa) Caano Geel Awards (Special Award) Pacifist (Chipolopolo) Raula (From Rift-Valley With Mpenzi) *Diamante* (Bling-Bling) Dawoco (Ms Arsenal) Femme-Fatale (Faadumo Faarax) Kaleidoscopic (Ms Moderator) Smilez (Respect) Barwaaqo (Respect) Qori_Xabaalan (1 LUV) MALAIKA (St Paul’s Finest) Psycho-Sue (Respect) Rudy (Ghetto Super Star) Conspiracy (Sup, Playa & Computer Whiz) Checkmate (Axsantu) Baashi (Respect & Represent) Sophist (Respect) Underdog (Aren't We All) Cawo (Respect) Humanitarian Award: Pacifist (Chipolopolo) Raula (From Rift-Valley With Mpenzi) Emerald (Respect) Barwaaqo (Respect) Bishaaro (Respect) mimi (Respect) Jokes: (My Hiding Place) Bachelor (Respect) UnderDog (Aren't We All) Besbaaso (Ah, Ms Pilipili) Bishaaro (Respect) Modesty (Respect) Legend of Zu (Respect). Chatroom: (Where I Seek My Soul) X_Quizite(Respect) Aorta (Respect) Geel-Jire (Respect) Miss_Desperate (Remember Me?) Ayan (Respect) The hosts were Ms Athena & Ms Barwaaqo who had the pleasure of meeting and interviewing all the nomads and asking who was their date and who designed their dresses/suits and jewelries and I have to say this, all the brothers complained about how badly they were treated, Rudy, me and Garab Tuujiye in particular who had a torrid time answering all your questions (excuse me, it supposed to be a brief interview laakiin) and not a marathon of humiliation, because in truth I felt like I was at some western airport going through all these horrific interviews that every poor Asylum seeker goes through and if I wasn't a fun loving person with no sense of humour I swear I would've boarded the next flight out of there back to Motherland. I know most of the brothers think they had the worst time as they were pestered with endless questions by Athena and Barwaaqo and I also know that I told many of you that I didn't have any problem with them but you know what, I LIED, I know I shouldn't have and I am sorry for that because I thought I was the only one humiliated by these two cruel girls and I was too embarrassed to share my experiences as the thought itself scared the Caajiska out of me. so I decided to hide and lie instead but I am going to redeem myself and earn your trust once again by revealing all from the moment the limo picked me up from my 1 Star Hotel (yeah yeah, I know I said I was given a VIP treatment with a 5 Star Hotel and everything, but come on, you can't expect me to tell you that I slept on a bed with no mattress in a room with no lights and a bathroom and full of roaches and mice now, did you?) First of all the Limo driver was insolent as he constantly shouted and yelled at me and reminded me all the time not to put my dirty shoes on the leather seats and to be careful with the interior and he also dropped me at least two miles away from the main gate and I had to go through God knows how many checkpoints and then there was this Security who threatened to unleash and set his Pitt-Bull on me just because I didn't look like a Guest but rather a house burglar and I had to produce my ID and swear that I was BOB and not a Tuug. I finally made it to the main gates and I have to admit my heart skipped a beat and had to marvel at how everything seemed so perfect, the flowers, the blue carpet with the white stars (Forget about the fake and cheap red carpet, this is a Somali event and the blue carpet with the white stars represent the national flag of Somalia) I mean the whole scenery seemed beyond my wildest imagination and without a shadow of a doubt this was simply the best event I was ever involved in and I never imagined Hope Road had mansions as big and beautiful as this one where this particular Awards ceremony took place and I also have to reveal how a limo came close to running over me as I stood in the middle of the road staring the whole house and I admit I even stared at the sky just to make sure African sky and the Western one looked the same.(Ssshh, don't tell anyone). To Be Continued.... PS. I would like to THANK each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart for your thoughts and prayers. I Appreciate it. Peace,Love & Unity.

The life I imagine is so hard to believe the skies,the sun and the air all pass me by the money & the words that bring fame is what I seek my heart I speak but wisdom is hidden unseen in my image inside you must find my true soul I want to show remains blind my feelings are discrete so I write them down for you to feel the sort of feeling unknown the thick clouds hover over my head up high but with the sunshine covered the cloud cries drips on my head is the poetry of the skies the darker the cloud the sky hides the disguise the sadness displayed slides down my face the drips of rain remain as the clouds feel pain it shines when happy as it warms the earth's core the floor in rooms,sun shines through windows when the clouds clear I start chasing poetry's shadows. Peace,Love & Unity.

Hey Thanks for stopping by, I got some simple and not so simple questions for football fans so enjoy it. 1-Alex Ferguson is the most successful manager in England, does that make him the greatest manager ever in English football? 2-Real Madrid got some of the best players that ever played the game, does that mean automatically they are the best team in the world (even though they haven't won anything for how long? Past three seasons?). 3-Juventus won more Serie A titles than AC and Inter Milan put together but AC Milan won more European cups than both of them put together and its also AC Milan who command more respect than Juve, so who deserves to be crowned as the Kings of Italy (mind you, both Milan teams and many more in Serie A think Juve has the backing of the Italian Football Federation…and its tempting to agree with them) 4-Liverpool won more trophies than Man Utd and Arsenal and yet they are the second fiddle to these two teams both inside and outside of England, shouldn't the world give credit where its due? 5-Barcelona consider themselves to be the world's premier football club as they have the biggest stadium in the world and have more supporters than any other team in Spain and some of the greatest players ever played for Barca yet they only won 1 European cup and 17 championship while Real Madrid won 9 European cups and 29 (is it?) Championships so who is fooling who here? 6-England is said to be the home of football, most of the world famous football clubs are found or established by English men yet they only won one world cup which to this day Germans claim otherwise and they have never won Euro Cup while Germany & Italy won more world cups than any other European team yet they never claim to be the kings of Europe, when will the English learn that you win trophies and football matches on the pitch rather than in the media or will they ever learn? 7-If you were the president of one of these two great clubs Liverpool and Inter Milan how much money would you need to make them a champion in their domestic leagues and do they deserve to be called particularly Inter, the underachievers? 8-If you were an Arsenal manager, yes Mr Wenger what would you do differently to win the Champions League? 9-Between Serie A and La Liga (sorry Premier League) which league do you think is the world's best? 10-When will we ever see a Somali player strutting his stuff on the world’s biggest stage, right now playing for Somalia seems a distant and very ambitious dream so which country is the odds on to produce the world’s first Somali superstar? Let's keep the passion going guys since there's no football topics to discuss about in the next two months and remember MAKE IT FUN for all of us to enjoy and please share your ideas and theories about the greatest game ever invented which of course FOOTBALL . Peace,Love & Unity.

Chelsea had an offer of 20M Pounds turned down by Olympique Lyonnais for their Ghannian midfielder Micheal Issien, whom (apparently) Arsenal wanted as well but obviously for less than that. Real Madrid are interested in Ronaldo from Man Utd but they haven't made an offer yet. Chelsea (again) had made an offer estimated to be somewhere in the region of 25-30M Euros for Barcelona striker Samuel Eto'o which as you'd expect were turned down by Barca president who went on to say they wont sell their top marksman for all the money in the world (which is of course a bluff). I have some more but this is for those who follow African leagues closely (like yours truly here) as so many players are moving from one club in the continent to another.. Peace,Love & Unity.

Farah, first welcome aboard bro and thanks for sharing this piece with us, I am looking forward to your next piece Insha Allah, once again Nice 1 Bro. The sand of my motherland swallows the blood of my peers while shedding painful tears i carry my grief deep inside me behind my fragile baby flesh and beyond my jaded adult eyes the pain & sorrow relate to each other never been a child nor seen a childhood the noisy lullaby of the bullets flying by kept me awake all-night i dream of my lost innocence streets tempt you to lead a Godless life reality is far from a benevolent institution i dream to seek my stolen innocence aspire to revive my battered & bruised pride close my eyes and dream of running escaping from all the painful nightmares in my dream I see all the faces of all my dead friends and peers on my flesh appears the names of all my dead and buried relatives my innocence that was once sacred i don't usually speak of my dream fearing of things that is unseen the day my parents cautioned me from the aging wars of reality cutting the hands that feed me hoping the blood will lead me to the desert end of this Diary. May God Bless Somalia & Somali People. Peace,Love & Unity.

..WoooW...I can't even remember the last time I was in Women's section! Bro, I can't promise anything as time is scarce these days but I will try my best Insha Allah. maybe some time next week Insha Allah. May Peace Be With You. Peace,Loving & Unity.

You can analyze the whole match from the kick off all the way to Sheva's penalty miss and you would still fail to explain WHAT REALLY HAPPENED TO AC MILAN. in my opinion AC MILAN lost the cup rather than Liverpool winning it as they threw it away, I am sorry but I can't describe it any other way AC MILAN just threw it away. Yes, I know I said Liverpool would win it but I never expected them to win like the way they did, come one who could've thought an Italian team would concede three easy goals with in 15 minutes especially when you have some of the best defenders in the world? Viking, sorry bro, there is no way your team should've lost that match but FOOTBALL is a CRUEL OLD GAME. Kaka was simply fantastic and he didn't deserve to end up on the losing side and I am sure had Milan won it he would've been the MAN of The Match instead of Gerrard. Viking, let's talk about the turning point of the match (in my opinion, anyway) the second goal Liverpool scored (Smicer goal) shouldn't have stood as the linesman had hid flag up for what seemed eternity and ref chose to ignore him at the most crucial moment of the match as Milan goal was under siege, BAROS was miles offside. I know the Liverpool lads would argue the second goal that Milan scored came after they had a penalty appeal turned down, but Nesta, never touched it with his hand, I recorded the match and I played over and over again and he didn't TOUCH it at all. it was simply not your night and I feel sorry for Milan players and their fans as they didn't deserve to lose like the way they did…Football is a Cruel Game Indeed. next time let Inter Milan through as i am sure they would've won it EASILY. . Dida, seems to be unbeatable whenever he plays against Inter but as soon as he sees English team he wets himself...remember Leeds Utd match? no wonder Inter fans wanted to burn him ALIVE.. . Northerner & NGONGE, CONGRATULATIONS. Peace,Love & Unity.

mz-alpha-soup,raula and salax u diin, probs to all of you, keep up the good work. Peace,Love & Unity.

I lost track of time and I lost a dime hopefully my mind will give no curfew for me to stitch verses into my scars traffic lights signal my mood for the day i wait in patience when I am renown impatient let me tell you about the Red light poetry ignores the air I breathe and stomps upon the ground I praise opinions of my lonesome mentality are extinct intoxicated with the lies from the heart fickle minds living life from a dictionary never giving something a meaning but always following what something says to me reality is nothing but opinion while poetry is my chosen companion I take a pause in my day to release the stress through these battered words I dream success staple my hands together to never write again paint my fingers red so each poem is never perfect always something to work for and never something to try for. ...And I Still Dream of Becoming A Poet.... Peace,Love & Unity.

Dawoco,that was simply Lekker and even more. No wonder there are more poetesses than poets. I flirt with poetry to pour flow from me fortunately my charm arms me luckily true I'm stuck standing like glued shoes a dirty dog lost without like blues clues never cut class like scissors,not that kind I go to my own school to empower my mind when I say this people think I front I place history books in my forefront to make sure my eyes stayed covered up illiteracy plus my fears of failure i battled my people understand my baby brain is rattled we get herded like cattle that move on a bell explain why when my stock goes up I sell this world is cold and its making me feel old call the cops because my innocence was stole giving descriptions never made me feel comfortable dimly lit rooms with no beds and a table I can't deny I feel my balls pressed to my thigh I am aiming for the sky and I am not even high and again the bell tolls and we begin to roll not out but over for the reward of academic goals easy,hold up,stop,think and correct this stand and speak over the liars, address it kids get limited responsibility including..let me see nice speech? naah mate, pardon me clothing? sorry another fallacy of our being well certainly there's something that's free an education is what it must be,now I see. Peace,Love & Unity.

I lust for the depression the aggression success holds the obsession to truly make an impression as a possession unfolds the moulds of a true artist I let my mind go wandering sometimes opens my eyes to success or I go blind from blundering thundering pains in my head from words I failed to spit out I don't do it for the image but to get that image distorted unsupported and unstable living in my house of mood swings a glass of juice my pad and pen and i paint whatever my mood brings I've screwed rings of companions up friends and lovers lost forever I'm hoping that like my words,I rip them then they come back together my head is the weather but rains what it often releases art was my confidence boost delivered messages in my pieces it increases my amount of depression I have an obsession for pain my mind is on a rocky plain but far from on a simple plan sweat assists this pen to the paper makes my inspiration flow like the Juba river without it my mind is blank like this paper allows the foundation to grow and although this hobby eats away at me and cuts my sleep and health i need to be a poet because poetry is an art in itself herself and I are attached simply matched with a passion of displaying our naked images in our own label and brand of fashion we both know satisfaction is a bonus my body now floats as a vessel rushing through life nonexistent from these pieces of papers. Now,Can Anybody Out There Make Me A Poet Please? Peace,Love & Unity.

Originally posted by PlayMaker: Hey BoB are you leaving some one out by mistake maybe? I didn't mean to exclude you from this one big happy family bro as you're very vital to this team since you are our Playmaker and the reason I mentioned their names is as you know they are not in the starting lineup like us week in and week out so I thought I should mention them and give them love and even though it's the likes of you, me and QL and MG who battled throughout the season yet we still have to share the glory with them since football is a team sport lol. QL...Man Utd are bunch of bullies from Alex Ferguson all the way down to their tea lady and they know there's no way in the world they can let us play our free flowing football so they try to stop us the only way they know how, which is to intimidate us by kicking us and that is not the way football should be played. and about the new players for the next season, trust Wenger to make another shrewd signing like he always has and in my opinion I would love to see him sign Anton Niemi from Southampton as we badly need a consistent goalkeeper (Lehman & Almunia, Sorry) and Trabelsi from Ajax as I believe he is the best right back in Africa and one of the top right backs in the world and if the rumors turn out to be true then we will also sign Trezeguet which will be great for Henry and for the team as well and another center back from South America also wouldn't hurt but given choice I would love to see Ivan Ramirez Cordoba from Inter Milan in Highbury but I doubt it if Inter will ever let him go and I think we could also do with a natural right winger but like I said I trust Arsene Wenger, so lets wait and see and oh yeah I almost forgot,Dennis Bergkamp will be with us for one more year, isn't that FANTASTIC? PS. next season is going to be our season Insha Allah and the Treble will be ours . Peace,Love & Unity.

So many secrets she keeps too much stories hidden deep it could make anybody weep heavy and shaken is her heart finding it difficult to breathe she's in one piece but falling apart wondering will she ever be complete? my dear brother come quietly with me give me one or two moments please help me and pray for the pain to ease she is calling out my name in her pleas she's longing for warmth she feels uneasy underneath shaking hands and reach for some sort of vision and belief is it so wrong to assume that she is not in need? where does she keep herself? but no one seems to know listen to the whispers that these secrets compose keeping at a distance,she likes to observe from one thought to the other, how many concur? was she ever real to the eyes that adored her? how does she feel when compared to another? can you understand what she saying? will you dare argue her truth? leave her alone for she does not need you. Peace,Love & Unity.