You would not be singing the tune if you were privy as to why the furore came to the surface, and why he was sneakingly sacked while still in hospital, tho' he was never briefed as to that effect.

I know of the good lady, mate. Is that enough?

The lady does not pray to Mecca, nor does she 'sujuud' for the same Almighty as the rest of the Somali folks; but then again, that is between her and her creator. The question is should she lead a Muslim people in a Muslim state when she is not one?

Axsaabta Mucaaradka ah ee UCID iyo KULMIYE, ayaa ka jawaabay aragtidooda ku saabsan warar sheegaya in Xukuumaddu diiday in Hargeysa lagu aaso maydka Danjirihii Somaliland u joogay dalka Faransiiska oo maalmo ka hor ku geeriyooday Paris. “Waa nasiib-daro iyo khalad labaad in qoyska (Fagadhe) oo aan wax loo qaban la hoosaasiyo” read along

Why would her being a woman prevent her from taking a leadership role? Is she able? I think not. As NG said, she is not a politician, rather an ordinary person with potential in other areas – I say stick with the hospital and the health of the nation, for that is far worthier and more valuable to the public in the long-run. More importantly, did anyone consider the fact that she is not a Muslim, hence would not qualify to lead a Muslim state? Till then,

LST, This is a political discomfiture as its worse order, to say the least; I could tell you what truly motivated this political embrassment, but then again, this would be telling, would not it, mate? No doubt the same family that footed the bill for the late Fagadhe’s medical expenses, which mind you, Riyaale admin promised, then failed to deliver, shall bring the matter to a close, but let that be a lesson for the cow-tows in Hargeisa. Till then,

Abdulkadir Ahmed Kheyr, in charge of ending people-smuggling from Puntland, told IRIN they had so far repatriated around 1,000 people of "Ethiopian origin back to their country". "Somalis are detained and sometimes sentenced to jail terms to discourage them," he said. He said security units were arresting would-be migrants along the shore as they tried to board boats, adding that some of embarkation points used by smugglers had been taken over. "If they stay in Bosasso we don't bother them." read along

This is indeed a good development, Wasiirka Waxbarashada ayaa sheegay in ay hada Wasaaraddiisu siiso mushaaraad in ka badan 400 oo macalin,

Amen to that,

Ye ye yaaah, Some foreign minister or was it ambassador, that it? The late Fagadhe's family + friends: "...dhowr cishaba iyagaa nagu lahaa wax baanu soo sameynaynaa ee naga war sug laakiin caawa uun baa la ii soo cadeeyay inay diideen marka kharashka familygu soo diraan ayaanu marxuumka meydkiisa dalka u soo qaadaynaa." read along Till then,

Well done indeed,

Cakuye dhallaan, goorma ayuu turriinkii maatidu, itaal yari isu bedalay? The city has relatively speaking 300th+ residents with 95% of that being of Puntland; in other words, out of the 13 districts of the city, 1/2 of one does not come under the Puntland administration; now, would it be justifiable, in your twisted mind, to lean upon the 5%? Only someone from the iidheh-land triangle would miss the mark in deducing that summation. Till then,

"laascaanood caawa fiidkii ka dhacay qarax oo u gilgilay qaybo ka mid ah magaalada". read along

O' dear, ina fuusta madhax riix, the half-witted mare of SOL, And whilst you are in the business of speaking of medications, be a good chap as to ask for a stronger detergent for the 'dhebed' on yours truly's scruff, which could hardly be removed by way of mere scrapping. Let me tell you a story whilst I am indulging you, as I await for worthier opponents, and you do understand I am doing just that (indulging you) right, One upon a time, there was a 'dhufadle' of a lad who, by a long shot was the product of clash of thoughts, who thought he could mingle with the titans, only to discover lady luck to have taken leave of absence so far as he was concerned; you, my dear ina fuusta madhan riix truly are akin to the said lad with the 9 sisters who in all practices mastered the art of wrestling, but only with his siblings, only to travel to the outside world with knowledge of his dear 'mama' feeding him nonsense as to what a brave lad he was, and equipped with the art of hand-to-hand brawl acquired in the company of siblings, only now, he is a grown lad with the promise of winning wars that await him in the distance; In his first encounter, not only was he given a bloody nose, some broken ribs cum raptured internal organs with visible cuts and bruises all over, to the point he could not accept the skinning sustained along the way, but his ego was badly dented; Trying, indeed he did not, for he knew deep down he was no match for the lads on the other side of the fence, whom to their credit wrestled with equals and matched wit with men of means, winning serious bouts whilst losing some to better adversaries, as the case might be in the company of men; But no, not for the lad of the 9 sisters with 'mama' final parting words ringing in his ears, he who never crossed swords with real men, he who knew not as to what to make of himself, after all he was being sent with his tail between his legs in more instances than one cares to count, never learning the lesson, that it is not only the winning that matters, but losing with grace at times amongst equals. And finally, reality hits home, and with his tail between his legs, our lad drooling on the way, crying at times, gutted if not with a bruised ego, back home he had to go instead of fating his luck amongst his equals, but gallivanted he did back home abandoning all the promise behind him; but not before he, one final time, had to challenge dear 'mama' with a bout of wit, and sister siblings to a bout of wrestling just so he could regain some composure, massage his badly dented ego. Victories, that which were never you claim, brag of winnings you never had, you speak of, but never faced real men, you have not, a proof of which is that you know not of the difference between bouts; what a waste, you are ina fuusta madhax riix; Now, must I do with the minnows of this forum in the shape of ina fuusta madhan riix, in his ghastly being, whilst I await worthier adversaries who perhaps could at least chance a fairer bout. In the interim tho', keep the setting warm for the real men, sing and dance for the regulars, (rewarded in more ways than not, you shall be, and I shall be generous this time round) whilst I see to worthier business, will you? And take a moment, see what you have done - you just came upon a civil discourse, farts and all, ruined it for all else dragging in through your usual gutter balderdash in the name political discourse. Potty indeed you are, ina fuusta madhan riix, Till then,

O' dear, ina fuusta madhax riix, the half-witted mare of SOL, I knew you were rather ill-informed, a bit of a bugger, and on the thick side of things, but never took you as one of the unwashed populous beings herein; the odour, my dear ina fuusta madhan riix, it is so ghastly, for the company stinks, and one could barely help but dart for an opening. Must I do with the minnows of this forum in the shape of ina fuusta madhan riix, in his ghastly being, whilst I await worthier adversaries who perhaps could at least chance a fairer bout. Dope indeed you are, but come now come, ina fuusta madhan riix, tell me something interesting, will you, and quit with your usual ‘cantarabaqash’ that you bore with the Go’o quarters, Till then,

O' dear, ina fuusta madhax riix, the half-witted mare of SOL, There you go again claiming victories, which were never yours, and yet having the audacity to make in such braggadocio uttering, of all possible places, in the company of your lords, who had sired yours truly cum ill-mannered offsprings in more ways than not; what a waste, a misfortune state of being is it that the likes of you still regard minor erstwhile bouts, which were never to your favour, as the deciding factor of men's unsettled scores. Springs to mind, indeed is the old verbatim 'col dhallaan, dhawrtaysan ogee'; that indeed in the case herein, my dear 'ina fuusta madhan riix' of 'iidheh-land' by way of 'bucur bacayr' and in your company, but indulge I shall for now, till I come into contact with fairer men with mature conscience and sensibility. This indeed also reminds one of the tale of a doormat of a lord, who whilst still with the bandages from the wounds of the sword, begins to brag about the spoils of war; such are the minnows of this world whose memory is by no further than the shadow of their ill-shaped forms, yet would bore anyone who might listen with the fallacies and tales of wars they had never partaken. Must I do with the minnows of this forum, in their ghastly shapes, whilst I await worthier adversaries who perhaps could at least chance a fairer bout. Dope indeed you are, but come now come, ina fuusta madhan riix, tell me something interesting, will you, and quit with your usual ‘cantarabaqash’ that you bore with the Go’o quarters, Till then,

Ina fuusta madhan riix , the half-witted mare of SOL, Was that really the last card you have been holding up your sleeve all day; what a dimwit, How unfortunate, that you must bring in, disdain or even align yourself with the fine creatures of this world, that are the ladies, who actually make a better companion than yours truly ignominious self, for they at least know the difference between ‘concerned’ in the past and ‘concern’ in the present format. Come, now come, ina fuusta madhan riix, tell me something interesting, will you, and quit with your usual ‘cantarabaqash’ that you bore with the Go’o quarters, Till then,

Ina fuusta madhan riix , You really are rather dim, Let me say again for good effect, for it does not appear to have sunk in yet, and no wonder with your shallow conscience, whilst still standing on your shoulders, I there with the harness firmly attached onto your fore lips glued to my left hand, care not I do, as to what you might spit or drop from you never cleansed, reddish 'miciyo' full of yesteryear ration, so all in all, you really must take command from you forefathers by extension and way of ‘bucur bacayr’. And in the interim, keep the setting warm, sing and dance for the regulars, will you, (rewarded in more ways than not, you shall be, and I shall be generous this time round) whilst I see to worthier business, will you? Or shall I ring sire ‘bucur’, or perhaps you might prefer his generous side-kick ‘bacayr’. Now, see what you have done, you just took a decent dialogue and ruined it for all else dragging in through your usual gutter rubbish; Once a dope, always a dope, Till then,

Ina fuusta madhax riix, It is ghastly for one to beg for attention in such a disconsolate manner, it really is below anyone with any humility, but then again, as in your case, that really is more of a habit for you than not; and as usual, yours is more akin to a vagabond fating a farthing of a chance in the company of good men, not that you ever were one of such men, but there you spew the typical clan chauvinism, yet void of any substance or meaning, just to exhibit your wares as if a neglected femme fatale ready to be had, and in decent leisure, by the good men in my company. Not the first time, not shall it be the last, but then again, you are never learn, as you were known to have fallen in front of real men begging for mercy only to be relieved out of your misery and out of the gentleness of thy heart. Begging for more, you do, but a chance not I give, for such pleasure to the lowly kinds of this planet, one of which yours truly are, could not be fated, my dear ina fuusta madhan riix. And whilst still standing on your shoulders, I there with the harness firmly attached onto your fore lips glued to my left hand, care not I do, as to what you might spit or drop from you never cleansed, reddish 'miciyo' full of yesteryear ration, so all in all, you really must take command and know your place in the sphere of men’s dialogue, Brag, all you will for now, for a femme fatale you are, but when I reach for my sword, you know like others in your companion, you shall be reaching for the mountains begging for mercy, for facing men in real bout, you hardly do. So, for now, I must as the benevolent chap that I am, I must take leave from the company of the lesser men of iidheh-land lest filthyied upon by the dimmer being of the forum, And I said earlier, unless, you are rather dim, you must have sussed out by now that I care more about hearing what others have to say on the matter than your ignominious self, so now, have the patience of a man, should you care to chance that, and hold your horses till then; and in the interim, mind the gap, watch the 'balqan' lest get your filth on to others, and you might as well tow-dance with the calves in the Go’o quarters, Unlike you bloody vagrant and redundantly unemployable with the badly shaped pot-belly, some herein are employed, thusly seeing to far worthier matters than chancing the less intelligent, regurgitated, never ending balderdash of yours that you so keenly, constantly pass on to the young calves in the Go’o quarters. And in the interim, keep the setting warm, sing and dance for the regulars, will you, (rewarded in more ways than not, you shall be, and I shall be generous this time round) whilst I see to worthier business, will you? Till then,

Again kiddo, a few bad apples in Baraxley, out of hundreds of law-abiding, innocent civilians much of whom are women and children, start firing upon police on routine checks, and the coward you are, you probably would want to massacre them, no? Well, that is the real you, and actually if you look that up in the history books, you shall find yours truly there and then, As for the wars and victories to be had, well, why not let adults deal with that, eh, and stick with the glue-induced lollipop,

Cowards, eh? And I suppose you would have been happier had they slaughtered innocent civilians in Baraxley, no? What a dope,

And we should take your word for it; now why is that?

‘Ina fuusta madhan riix’, Aaah, as always you mistake own diatribe and home-spun drivel as fluency in public polity, but I am sorry to have to disappoint, my dear simpleton, you are an ignorant fool of all matters politics at best, and a daft toe-rag at worse, and conversing you is akin to ‘sabaalin’ the tots in the vicinity. Unless, you are rather dim, you must have sussed out by now that I care more about hearing what others have to say on the matter than your ignominious self, so now, have the patience of a man, should you care to chance that, and hold your horses till then; and in the interim, mind the gap, watch the 'balqan' lest get your filth on to others, and you might as well tow-dance with the calves in the Go’o quarters, XMas or not, await we shall, and ignore you for now, that too we shall, Till then,

Waar masaakiinta ha hafrin, Word has it, Faroole's forces, as you call them, are breaking bread in Baraxley tonight; I guess no one told you about that,

Go’aankaas laga soo saaray Shirkaas, ayaa wuxuu u dhignaa sidan; 1-In aan la ogolaan doonin Gaadiidka mara Waddooyinka aan sharciga ahayn ee bilaa kaantaroolada ah. 2-In Guddiyada Xaafadaha Burco Ciidamada Booliska ka caawiyaan sidii amaanka ay u xoojin lahaayeen. 3-In aan socodka Baabuurta la ogolayn wixii ka danbeeya 10ka Habeenimo ,cidii lagu qabtana sharciga la horgayn-doono. 4-In la xoojiyo Ciidamada kaantaroolada jooga. 5-In ay Xaafadaha Magaalada iyo dadka ku dhaqan lagu wacyigaliyo sidii ay Booliska ula socod-siin lahaayeen wixii ay ka shakiyaan ee wada falal amni-daro. 6-In Talaabo sharciga waafaqsan laga qaadayo gaadiidka mara wadooyinka aan sharciga ahayn ee bilaa kaantaroolada ah. read along