Go, Nuune, Go, Nuune, it's your birthday...

^ Is that what Culosow said in that gabay?

LOL @ Xaa noo haray? :D:D:D:D

Osman, the current president is called Hassan!

Gedo, middle Juba and lower Juba have elected President Islam as the leader of Jubaland State of Somalia. These folks from Galguduud can go lick the sky for all we care!

Dabrow;951096 wrote: Tilmaok: im from gedo. The last time my family was in galgadud was over 100 years ago. Im proper jubbalander in support of president Barre Hiirale Sxb Dabrow, there's no shame in being from Galgaduud:P

These Galgaduud people are funny...

Waa hore arrimahaan ina la galo ayee ahayd! But it's never too late... Jubaland has paved the way and hopefully has proved to these guys that compromise and progress is possible. I wish the Bartamaha all the best!

The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it. I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset. I've known rivers: Ancient, dusky rivers. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I guess now all the true Somali pimpz and playerz back home can sing ...:D " frameborder="0" allowfullscreen>

I am so proud the right candidate won the Jubaland presidential election and my wholehearted congratulations goes to Sheikh Ahmed “Madobe” Mohamed Islam.. . And Job well done to the delegates who voted for the right man to lead Jubaland to prosperity and a great future! I wish the new President and the Jubaland state of Somalia all the best.

^ I think you gave way too much credit to these scorned habro. What on this lovely earth could they possibly ever ruin?

^ Dabro, HAG want to play the old card of getting rid of block for another block and create animosity between the 2 segements of the Block! Not gonna work...Kudos to Faroole for coming out against this petty move.

^ Dabrow, c'mon, just like some of the ergooyin mar dhow waad qancin doontaa, soo ma aha?

How desperate can HAG get? In the eyes of the anarchists, God forbid the mighty Block to ever sing from the same hymn book, huh? Raiisul wasaaraha Dawladda Federaalka Soomaaliya Cabdi Faarax Shirdoon Saacid waa nin wadani ah oo aan raali ka nahay. una maleyn mahayo in mooshin laga keeni doono. Waa nin aaminsan Soomaalinimo, waana kasoo horjeednaa fikirka qalafsan ee moryaanta HAG oo ah in beesha la iska horkeeno! Walaalayaal, the Block is happy and has a lot of confidence in the Prime Minister!

KISMAAYO: Beelaha Soomaaliyeed ee Jubbooyinka & Gedo oo 99% soo Xushay Ergooyinka uga qayb qaadanaya Doorashada Madaxweynaha (Warbixin) Kismaayo: (pp)- Maalinkii shalay oo xoogaa beelaha Jubbooyinka & Gedo qaarkood ay ka cabanayeen Ergooyinka ayaa gebi ahaanba la qanciyey , halka qaar ka mid ah beelaha ay dhexdooda iska qancinayeen , arrimahaas oo badankood lasoo afjaray sida Puntlandpost uu sheegay mid ka mid ah masuuliyiinta wax ka qaabanaysay qaabka ergooyinka loo qaybsaday. ” Waxaa dhiman Liiska ergooyinka dhowr xubnood oo aan badnayn , waxayna beelaha ay wax ku dhiman yihiin noo sheegeen inay soo dhamaytirayaan Maalinka beri ah subaxa hore ” ayuu Puntlandpost u sheegay masuulkaasi. Magaalada Kismaayo guddaheeda ayaa laga dareemayaa Farxan iyo reyn reyn , maadaama Talaadada ama Arbacada midkood la dooranayo musuulka ugu sareeya maamulka Jubbaland State, hogaamin doona sanadaha nasoo haaya, haddii illaahay (SWT) uu qadarro. Shacabka Jubbooyinka iyo Gedo ee guddaha iyo dibada ayaa isu diyaarinaya taageerada Maamulka cusub ee Jubbooyinka & Gedo looga dhawaaqayo, deegaanadaas oo ah deegaan ballaaran oo ka mid ah deegaanada Soomaaliya, dhanka kale, waxaana maamulka ka dhallan doona deegaanada Jubbooyinka taageero xoogan u muujiyey Xildhibaanada ku jira DF ee Soomaaliya iyo Beesha Caalamka beesha Caalamka , iyo Maamulka dowada goboleedka Puntland oo ah maamulkii ugu horeeyey ee Federaalka qaatay. Dhanka kale Axmed Islaam (Madoobe) oo la filayo inuu noqon doona Madaxweynaha Jubbaland ayaa gurrigiisa ka bilaabay kulano uu la leeyahay Siyaasiyiinta iyo Beelaha ka soo jeeda Jubbooyinka iyo Gedo, isagoo doonaya inuu kaga dhaadhiciyo fakirkiisa siyaasadeed haddii loo doorto madaxweyanaha cusub ee Jubbaland.

The allocations posted by Dabrow are nonsensical to say the least. I would like to ensure all the inconsequential secessionists and anarchist that the Block communities and the minorities who live with them in Jubaland have a reached an amicable agreement on the allocation of voting blocks. Elections for the presidency are to start soon , so stay tuned.

GaadhHaye;948917 wrote: The guy is not a Chinese. He is a Vietnamese. He has been on the SNM Gang payroll since 1990s collecting a hefty monthly salary of more than $10K. The SNM Gang consider him a legitimate Washington DC lobbyist who is in a position of influence to promote the unlawful and illicit project of breaking up Somalia to the US policy makers. The guy absolutely knows the gang's dream is a nonstarter but as you see in the video he is enjoying a high lifestyle at the expense of the poor Somali children in Hargeisa-Burao-Berbara Triangle; the funds denoted by the world and or collected from old women running tomatoes stalls are switched to hire the likes of Peter Pham. GaadhHaye, saaxiib, that diminutive, slant-eyed, slope-headed little dog-eating friend of the secessionist is said to be from Thailand as well ...either way, Vietnam or Thailand, he is a fat china-man who uses the secessionists to put his children through college. And like you said, they've been using his service since 90's but to no avail...you'd think by now they'd fire him and replace him with a lobbyist who would actually produce some results in Washington!

^ Have I hit a nerve, you poor inconsequential secessionist? Has your sense of self-worth and dignity hit an all time low? I am sorry, I can't help it that you get an epileptic seizure every time a "pirate" takes the floor and brings up Khaatumo. (By the way, if you'd like to have a little help in that department, I'm sure you could find a few good surgeons in Garowe to help you:D). We all can tell that you have problems, but do you really think that we give a damn? Pull your pants up odey or keep out of this thread!--KHAATUMO is here to stay.

Xaaji Xunjuf;948890 wrote: Wasn't this posted before. The guy does not even have a question he made a fool out him self. That's pretty much what I figured, Xaaji Habaar. However much you try to belittle Mr. Khaatumo in that clip, I believe he did a good job stealing the spotlight from the secessionist supplicants. If there was more like him in the audience, it would have been thoroughly entertaining event. I noticed that you didn't have the stones to counter any of the accusations the Khaatumo dude was making, Xaaji - afraid you will loose your lunch money? Worried that all the cantrabaqash in the world won't do your cause no good? Or, is it just because you've got all the self-confidence of a day old chicken?

She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven trees, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, that tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

Run before Dawn by William Stafford Most mornings I get away, slip out the door before light, set forth on the dim gray road, letting my feet find a cadence that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins. Some days it's escape: the city is burning behind me, cars have stalled in their tracks, and everybody is fleeing like me but some other direction. My stride is for life, a far place. Other days it is hunting: maybe some game will cross my path and my stride will follow for hours, matching all turns. My breathing has caught the right beat for endurance; familiar trancelike scenes glide by. And sometimes it's a dream of motion, streetlights coming near, passing, shadows that lean before me, lengthened then fading, and a sound from a tree: a soul, or an owl. These journeys are quiet. They mark my days with adventure too precious for anyone else to share, little gems of darkness, the world going by, and my breath, and the road.

Talk About Walking by Philip Booth Where am I going? I'm going out, out for a walk. I don't know where except outside. Outside argument, out beyond wallpapered walls, outside wherever it is where nobody ever imagines. Beyond where computers circumvent emotion, where somebody shorted specs for rivets for airframes on today's flights. I'm taking off on my own two feet. I'm going to clear my head, to watch mares'-tails instead of TV, to listen to trees and silence, to see if I can still breathe. I'm going to be alone with myself, to feel how it feels to embrace what my feet tell my head, what wind says in my good ear. I mean to let myself be embraced, to let go feeling so centripetally old. Do I know where I'm going? I don't. How long or far I have no idea. No map. I said I was going to take a walk. When I'll be back I'm not going to say.

Mutability by Percy Bysshe Shelley The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies; All that we wish to stay, Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all Which ours we call. Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou - and from thy sleep Then wake to weep.