<cite> @Safferz said:</cite> Bara bra, tack It's 7:20am here in the best time zone ever, good morning everyone. I will now have some coffee and pretend to do work. it's 15:45 here. it's mid afternoon. it's the weekend. later on today, i will go curb-crawling.

tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuune. for those who remember.

<cite> @ElPunto said:</cite> Somalis always like to bring other Somalis down.. ma maqashay the ''crab mentality''?

this bull oo ku magac dheere ''Garth'' measures 6ft at the head, 5ft 7in at the shoulders and 10ft long, his testicles are also 45cm in diameter. Garth lives on a high protein, easily digestible diet, which consists of around 15kg of food every day. caadi maha.

<cite> @Safferz said:</cite> NO Tallaabo, I feel anxious just watching it such a pussy cat.

<cite> @Tallaabo said:</cite> Alphoow inaar the qalooc is in everyone to some varying degrees. My qalooc is just slightly more pronounced then most. But thanks for the hospitality. Saffrezeey iga qabo ninkaa wareersan abti, we're just enjoying our jeudi soir at Al's Residential Estate, here in the nation's capital, and we're having an excellent discussion on the ''institutional qaloocs'' in SL. my friend is saying '' the person who's really mean to you.....is really fond of you''. ma ruunba?

^ Qanyare's TNG was a force to reckon with.

they'd be a lot cooler if they were running.

<cite> @Tallaabo said:</cite> I see only few qurbojoog in that list excellent. just excellent. they say you don't know what you've got until it's gone and i guess that maahmaah is apt here. Abti, you were a qaloocite, a habar qaloocian and it could be said many other things but it's good to have you back, ruunti.

i just donated $10 via Zaad to the Somaliland Road Development Authority. check the website for my name. they're all there. every single name. including the highest donor - H. E. Axmed Maxamed Silanyo $6,000.00 http://somalilandroads.com/Donations/Index so proud of my donation. inshallah kheyr. SL 4 Life.

Wherever you're going I wanna go Wherever you're heading Can you let me know I don't mind catching up I'm on my way Just can't take the thought of you miles away And I know you're going somewhere to make a better life I hope that you find it on the first try And even though it kills me That you have to go I know it'll be sadder If you never hit the road So farewell! Somebody is gonna miss you Farewell Somebody is gonna wish that you were here That somebody is me I will write to tell you what's going on But you won't miss nothing but the same old song If you don't mind catching up I'll spend the day telling you stories about a land far away But I know --- a special song for Al.

i'm screwed and not for the first time. i got a ciyaal suuq haircut, again. tomorrow, i have to attend a special social event. i think i will have to visit the barbers, again, dee. maxa tala ah, abtiyaal?

what's happenin' y'all? horta, did i ever tell you guys about the time a skunk or xoor (in Af-Somaliga) came into my house. it took me ages to get it out. it was pure madness, walle.

Dispelling stereotypes about Africans What makes an “authentic” African? Who is an “authentic” African? I often spend hours asking myself : Will I be an “authentic” African if I put away my biological individualism and refer to myself as one? Will I be an “authentic” African when I become familiar with all her countries? I speak fluent Hausa (the most common language spoken in northern Nigeria), I wear pants from Senegal, walk in Moroccan slippers and eat South African pap, yet I am not starving. I did not witness genocide. I have never suffered from drought. I do not cook using firewood and I do not live in a shed. I’ve had malaria more than three times and I am still alive and healthy. Am I not “authentically” African? Upon my arrival at the African Leadership Academy, between feelings of excitement and expectation, I carried my single stories bundled in a sack, imprisoned, yet striving to get out. In this fictional sack, a South African was demanding an HIV test to declare her negative status and a Nigerian was swearing upon his sister’s grave that he had never been in possession of drugs. Also in my bag was a Kenyan, whose entire life was spent trying to get a long-distance medal because, apparently, true Kenyans have speed in their DNAs. Then, the all too familiar prey: a Muslim woman was caught up between covering herself as the Qur’an instructed, or wearing less clothes so as not to be referred to as a terrorist. Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie said: “To create a single story, you show a people as one thing and only one thing over and over again and that is what they become.” Of course we cannot say that these widespread stereotypes are completely fictional, but they are just pigments of the truth. As I unpacked this sack during the course of my first term, I made friends with Kenyans that were proudly Maasai, who spoke fluent Swahili, but never even attempted to run. I met many South Africans who were HIV negative, but had in mind that Nigerians were drug addicts. I was born a Nigerian Muslim, and so I represent all the perceptions about both Nigerians and Muslims. However, I am neither a drug addict nor a terrorist. People of my generation are defacing their natural forms just to feel accepted into the society. In Nigeria, it is very conventional to think that the noble people come from the Hausa tribe, while the people that seem to be after almost nothing but money are of the Igbo tribe. Stereotypes are the over-generalisations created towards a particular group of people due to class, race, gender, country, religion, looks and any other feature we may not openly relate to. This behavior comes with a belief that whatever we do not immediately identify as “normal” should be recognised and, possibly, corrected. It emphasises how different, rather than similar, we are from one another. Stereotypes can be used to create or destroy us, but we must not let them define us as a country, race, gender or class. During my African studies class, we were asked to conduct research on African countries we had never heard of and observe the image and information being given to people that have never been there. The dominant images were of indigenous people, mostly naked or half -dressed women with black, sagging bosoms who lived in huts. Natives who suffered from famine and many easily identified diseases such as malnutrition, malaria and HIV and Aids. There were images of African mothers, in tears, deciding between which child to feed and which one to let go. Child soldiers, genocide and slums represented the “accurate” definition of what our beloved African continent is really all about. And of course there were pictures of wild animals, which many in the West believe are the only appealing thing in Africa. I did not see a picture of Wole Soyinka, the first black man to win the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1986, or Nelson Mandela, who spent 27 years in prison for the freedom of his country. I looked for Haile Selassie, who resisted the Italian invasion of Abyssinia (now Ethiopia) in the 1930s and saved the country from colonisation, but not a picture of his was found. What of Dr Christiaan Barnard, the South African who performed the first heart transplant in 1967? Nollywood, the Nigerian film industry that produces more movies annually than Hollywood, striving to promote the African culture, was not even acknowledged. Mandela once said: “No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can be taught to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes even more naturally to the human heart than its opposition.” It is very easy for us to intensely dislike people for the stereotypes that they have, but we must also understand that they are only acting upon the single stories they are exposed to. What if they had heard differently? What if we give them the truth, rather than pigments of it? What if they learn about the earlier civilisations of African countries before the ruthless arrival of the British? As a society, we can seek to dispel stereotypes through education and a social action. We can seek to give the world the full stories of Africans – how many children actually attend schools and sit for both the SATs and the Cambridge International Examinations, for example. Another Nigerian novelist, Chinua Achebe, said: “If you do not like someone’s story, write your own.” I will write my own stories because I do not condone the oversimplified image of Africa. Stereotypes divide us as countries, continents, cultures, nations and most importantly, as individuals. Khadija Sanusi is a first-year student at the African Leadership Academy. --- http://voicesofafrica.co.za/dispelling-stereotypes-about-africans/ --- interesting article.

this is a great ''i told you so'' moment, if ever required.

this is the Bancroft hotel. my xamarawi friend, whose inside knowledge of such things is excellent, was saying ''it's basically a mecca of malevolence where the calamiga folks, deeqbixiyasha and mashaariic profiteers relax, sunbathe and drink alcoholic beverages whilst coming up with new creative ways of benefiting from Somalia's lawlessness, instability and internal clan warfare''.

<cite> @Johnny B said:</cite> But a made up flag will turn North western Somalia into a specific clan's country? gaal boy Johnny, abti, maxaad isla yeelyeelaysa? ismaan lahayn waad kasoo horjeeda Wada hadaladii Turkiga eh.

the bear mascot looks like Puntland's newly ''elected'' President Abdi Cawar.

biometric id cards will not turn Somalia into a government.

that's mess up, you know. did you tell him caano geel will improve his sperm count by a factor of 15?

LOOOOOOOL

<cite> @Cadale said:</cite> Somaliland is a joke walaahi. bal adna? abti, just continue eating dawarsiga beesha calaamiga and deeqbixiyasha folks and avoid the nitty-gritty mundane khiyale stuff to petty folks. it's already impressive y'all are making a killing from mashaaricda Turkiga and arming your militia to the teeth for the eagerly anticipated establishment of your new regional administration. y'all have it too good. keep doing your thing and like i said many times before refrain from insulting the Republic. wana iga talo.

<cite> @Mahiigaan said:</cite> II don't condone this old age tradition but my worries will be the day these dimwitts tell us: stop discriminating against lesbos and gays. FGM is phase one, be tuned to phase two or gay rights. phase 0 - womenfolk discover there's a world beyond the kitchen. circa 1982. phase 1 - was recognising the female's right to exist (in many countries this is still not recognised, ma garatay?) phase 2 - was granting the womenfolk the right to make informed decisions regarding their body. phase 13 - was to civilise the woman (this is where womenfolk sort of lost the plot) phase 14 - was enabling the woman to achieve what we now know as ''careers'' phase 15 - was to emasculate the man through political correctness and other liberal media devices. phase 16 - ''post-man'' and the last woman standing era (all men were killed off at this stage) phase 17 - progressive reformation era - total emancipation of womenfolk (FGM made illegal) phase 18- the crisis of femininity and womenfolk (so called spinsters era) phase 18 - the death of womenfolk (circa 34 years after the death of last surviving male) phase 19 - the last frozen egg spontaneously hatches (fertility preservation era ) phase 20 - the birth of Eve's prototype (prematurely dies) phase 904 - gays and lesbos having their rights. aar baal iska huubi taariikhda. it would appear you're ill-formed eh.........