The arrogant braggadocio of some of the Jeegaan supporters of SOL these days, reminds me one of Abwaan Idaajaa's prologues to a famous Somali folklore story he used to narrate... Dadka Eebe waa kala caynoo, dadka Eebe waa kala dabeecad. Dabeecad qalafsan, dabeecad dabacsan, dabeecad macaan, dabeecad kharaar, dabeecad naxariisata, dabeecad aan jixin jixin. Gayigii la joogaba ninbaa uunka bud ka soo yiraahda. Maalmaha iyo gu'yaashu kolkey dabin soo wareegaan ba, Wiil baa la soo tufaayoo-- far dheeratay intuu arlada kunoqdo, ka soo shaac baxa, lana is tusa. Ninbaa hanaanka nolasha ee dadka badani kuwada dhaqma isaga u cuntami waayaa, markaas buu dhinaca uga leexdaa, waxa ugu wacanba, ninbaa falal laga cuudi bileysto ku kaca oo waxa uu sameenaayo uu duulba duul u tabiyaa. Xigmad oo idil ayaa garaad kiisa laga meyraa markaas bey samaanta iyo xumaantu ay soor u noqdaan, isagoo indha leh ayuu araga beelaa, kolkaas buu uunku ula ekaadaa yar yarood aan maamuuskiisa mudneyn oo il milicsi cagta ku marin karaayo. Isagoo dhago leh ayuu maqalku ka baalidaa, kolkaas bey waanada wax garadka iyo tuusalaha wayeelkuba sidii hadaaq caruureed ku soo gaaraan. Maroodi aan la hor mari karin oo cadhoola ah ayuu isku qaataa, rag intiisa kaleetana waxay ugu muuqdaan cayayaan marka uu jeeniga saaraayo aanu dareemin-- iyagu se dareema. Hortiisa iyo ambada uu ku socdo tiigsa mooyaanee, wuxuu falay iyo abuurtii uu dardareeyey midna dib uma eego, Lamaba noqoto iney yihiin wax mudan in daraadood uu haash lihiisu la hakado, ayaase tolow sidaa u baneeyey, ma waayo aragnimo yaribaa? Ma aqoon gaabnibaa? Ma garaad daraa? Ma kibirka iyo ka bad badinta ku adeegsiga awooda aadkeedaba iska kooban ee adaanahaa? Bal adba!

These wadaads are fast becoming like the rich late night tv evangelicals of some western nations. How on earth else do they amass such wealth when all there suppposedly doing is Dacwa in the mosques. It doesn’t add up, so I hope for their sake in the hereafter and the sake of the poor folk that they are not misappropriating religious donations meant for charity.

I think this is the first time ever that MMA has ever agreed with something I have posted. To OO: You can copy and paste all the alphabet soup you like and sprinkle it with a dash of “ Somali this” and “Somali that” but that will never change the fact the Somali people of the Horn of Africa are one people, one nation and with one destiny. Now take that to your Tigray pay masters!.. and while you are at it; ask them to upgrade the bot software you use—The algorithms you deploy on this site are a bit obvious and not that sophisticated.

^ Holac, Nobody claims these trolls working for the Tigray regime are here to promote Ethiopia’s reputation in the eyes of the world. No... That was not what was being said, if you’d only paid attention. I said, the cumbrous trolls we speak of are deliberately planted into the forums, blogs, websites and social media spaces of groups/communities whose general unity the regime considers a threat to their power. They sow discord and misinformation which prevents the users of these spaces to sensibly debate and discuss issues pertaining to their respective communities.

^ I disagree. Granted most Somalis on SOL are here to yap about what they perceive as the interests of their respective clans post the civil war, but I assure you behind some of them are paid Tigray agents and informants (who can be Somalis by birth too) whose job here is to cloak Tigray interests as the interests of some Somali clans— a prime example being the secessionist agenda of the Jeegan supporters. Ask yourselves this: Whom does the breakup of Somalia benefit the most? Does it benefit the average reer Sheikh Ishaaq nomad or the Tigray regime who sees a resurgent Somalia a threat to its hegemony in the Horn of Africa?

^ lol This is not news! I assure you, Cadnaan, that not only OO but many others on Sol— now and over the years— were and are still part of the army of trolls of the Tigray online spy apparatus. Their objective and mission on SOL has always been to sow discord and subterfuge upon anyone advocating for a peaceful Somalia and the interests of Somalis in general. ... and they do the same on many other forums and websites owned and operated by other diaspora communities of the Horn of Africa.

^ Saalax, sxb, sidatan si ma aha. Dagaal sokeeye waa waxa Somalia la haray. Dhibaato kasta oo dhacda waxaa haboon ina laga heshiiyo oo nabada loo hiiliyo.

^ War waa uraago ninku, uma malayno Soomaali inuu yahay.

Well, well , well Old Observer, who might I ask has now the misfortune of placing themselves in the crosshairs of Sol’s official Tigray ministry of disinformation? Well let’s see... if it isn’t the poor Eritreans.. eh? I guess the Oromos will get a little a break from your disingenuous ballyhoo for a short spell, huh O.O?

^Walaaleey adigu, sida reer Mudugii, indho-adeyga waan kugu bartay ee bal ragga qurmuunka raqiiska ah ka tanaasulley ha af lagaadeenin. Saalax iyo Tallaabo boqol kii iyo boqol ayee ka geesiisanyihiin fulayiinta cagaha wax ka dayey.

You know I’ve been thinking of all my colleagues on SOL over the years from waqooyiga and I am amazed by the dignity of some and the total churlishness of others. Over the years on SOL, the ladies and gentlemen who posted on this gallery and who were avid proponents of the secessionist ideology of somaliland have shown their maturity in different ways. Some at different times realized the untenable nature of their agenda and the futility of it all, and so chose quietly not to grace us with their presence any longer. Example of these Solers include miscreants like Ngonge, Xaaji Xunduf and belatedly our very own egregious rustic, Mudane Oodweyene. Others such as Saalax and Tallaabo have openly rescinded their support for the politics of the secessionist camp and to their credit, they proactively engage with it and condemn its silliness. ... And then finally we have characters like Suldanka and Marwo Barwaaqo who still insist upon to trudge along with solemn persistence on the road to oblivion, come what may. Now of the groups mentioned above, I guess I respect the most men who can admit they were wrong and work to make amends—for this reason alone, I salute both my brothers, Saalax and Tallaabo. On the other hand, however, I find that inside me resides a certain sort of morbid facination for both Suldaanka and Barwaaqo—- maybe because of my deep appreciation for the quintessential indha-Adeyg that they both exude in this gallery. I guess the reer Mudug in me cannot help himself however wrong I feel their stance on secessionism might be... And finally we have the first group who used to spout secessionist hogwash on these here forum who have chosen to disappear because of shame: I say to these cowards... MAN THE HELL UP , come back and admit you were wrong. Infact, I put out a challenge to Xaaji Xunduf and Oodweyene; get yourselves back online and admit you were huffing and puffing nonsense all these years!

Holac, I appreciate your insight and I do agree with your judgement here regarding Mr Sisi: He is definitely saving face, for no way in hell will the military junta he leads remain in power for long in Egypt once the full repercussions and negative effects of the GERD— on the economy and people of Egypt— become apparent and fully realized. One thing is for certain: there are going to be some very interesting times ahead for our part of the world as some major geopolitical shifts begin to take shape...The resiliency of the Somali people and their Horn of Africa neighbors will be greatly tested in coming decades.

I think you have it backwards; it is the community that is NOT part of the supposed Jeegaan that feels mocked and belittled by recent events. Regardless of how colorful the metaphor of Jeegan is( I am generally personally a fan of the use metaphors in language), I believe putting together electoral collisions based on tribal lines is a very bad idea because it leads to a segment of the population becoming politically marginalized which is precisely why the recent elections and results have left a very bad taste in the mouth of most northerners. We can all ask Mudane Oodweyne about it...

^ Saalax, salaam sxb. I wanna know your thoughts on the recent security pact signed between Sudan and Ethiopia vis-à-vis Egypt’s likely non-cooperation with the GERD, and how this could affect the proposed projects in Berbera by the Emirates, who are close allies of the Egyptians. Is the proposed Emirate military base in Berbera permanently on hold now?

Galbeedi, this silly organization he’s talking about is a creation of the Tigray regime that’s meant to sow discord and confusion amongst the Oromo opposition.

^ Old Observer, please desist from spreading such malicious and sly innuendo against the Oromo on this forum. Your gig is up and we all see you for the cheap purveyor of anti-Oromo propaganda that you are. So just stop it, ok!

^ Can you not see the ploy yet, Che? What you refer to as abdication of responsibility on the part of the Tigray led federal government— to not protect Somali civilians from the Oromo massacres— is a deliberate act choreographed to turn these two communities against one another. Our resident Obscurer-in-chief who goes by the pen name Old Observer should resist the temptation to obfuscate the truth about the situation on the ground.

Nothing dumb about it. The Former President is only exposing his electioneering intentions, but I doubt looking desperate and frothing in the mouth will cajole the people of Puntland to support his camp instead of the Gaas political machine... or it might work, who knows?! In any case, all’s fair in love and politics

^Arabs are Africans; don’t let the skin color of some ‘em nor their silly egos fool you, like it does them.

Ha ha...Awilo Longomba...that was my bouy; waagii aan si fiican xiiranta u jafi jiray...lol p.s Congrats to George Weah (African Footballer of the year, for many a year)

It baffles the mind why you guys would even bother proffering sincere commentary about the complaints of a man out of a job. Methinks, it’s time the “Honorable” minister applied for a new gig with the new Biixi administration instead of wasting precious time looking hapless in front of the media.

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question…. Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume? And how should I begin? . . . . . . . . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. . . . . . . . . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— If one, settling a pillow by her head, Should say: “That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while, After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say: “That is not it at all, That is not what I meant, at all.” . . . . . . . . No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

I think you have your facts confused. First of all there is no such thing as a 'TFG' anymore; and secondly, I believe a gradual return to normalcy is more preferable to the haste which leads you to suggest non-starter policies such as relocating the national capital.

^ Nonsense! Mogadishu will remain the national capital for the foreseeable future. The defunct Moryanism of some in the cpiatal shall be overcome by the Somali people collectively.

LOL...Maaddeey the terrorist supporter is still alive...ha ha ha , I thought inuu waa hore is qarxiyey.