A&T, O’ really? Could not explain, could you? “The blue flag is only a piece of cloth.” How so? Could you elaborate? “Puntland's actions against virtually all Somali's …In practice, they are more dangerous to somali unity than Somaliland.” Tata …

The author: The interview ...

Press release: A response to Congressman Donald Payne’s press release titled “Abusive behaviour in Puntland” - read it here ...

And here is Puntland's response. http://radiodaljir.com/audio/halbeeg/gaashaanNov24.ram

And thank you for making my point, for in life there is the ‘dawdar’, and that is yours truly, in case your intellect did not quite afford you to grasp it, who understands not when the gent souls of this planet rest for a lull of peace and quite, for they, the ‘dawdar’ indeed continue with the lassy ‘cantara baqash’, never knowing when the banter concluded. And one more time, I rest my case, Till then, ‘ina fuusta madhax riix’, repeat after me ‘I am with an obtuse mind…’ Tata,

And there I rest my case, Till then 'ina fuusta madhan riix', Tata ...

My dear, ‘ina fuusta madhan riix’, are not you the befuddled charlatan, little lamb here; touched a raw nerve, did I? You say so much, yet make so little sense in your diatribe; you see my dear chap, following your logic is like pursuing a wounded animal with a rather intoxicated psyche into the jungle darting through, with little success of course, so many traps, yet failing. Caught finally in a lion-like style, you bellow with grief, for the spineless you are, yet there I stand watching over you only to come to your rescue just in the nick of time before your death daemons beckon upon your poorly sight; a gentle soul, if you, that I am, I derive no pleasure in the suffering and melancholy of others, neighbours in particular. You see, unlike the young ones, I know all about you mate, and throw a poisonous arrow through your spineless heart is akin to a trot in the park; then again, you already know that, do not you, mate? ‘Hindhis’, all you will for now, but know, I shall be right behind you reminiscing of the erstwhile, lest you get cocky dabbling in own urine akin to an undomesticated, soiled labrador being tossed to the kerb; need I say more now? I think not, for a fool of the 'bucur bacayr' off-spring deserves that not. As for the ‘Habros’ and their misguided body politicking, a courteous chap I am; say much to that effect now, I shall not. Tata …

And there you go again ‘ina fuusta madhan riix’ spilling your putrid inner particles infecting the congregation with your rotten ill-being. Have you not learnt anything from past encounters, fool? Living beings morph into a version superior to their pre-upgrade state of mind and soul, for times, conditions and circumstance alter, thusly one’s perceptions, wisdom, teachings, and modus operandi in engaging those one comes into contact; but no, for you, the past remains still with no speaking of the henceforward – cakuye maan la’aa ina fuusta madhan riix. Almost 99% of your badly-formed claptrap that passes in the name of political discourse, fraught with technical gaffes thereby making less sense than a mirqaan-induced ruffian in Gacanlibaax, gyrates around [uncle Yey, the defeated lot, Pirateland, propagandist etc], as if canoodling onto a poorly fed southern femme fatale (US, not to be mistaken for Somalia) on a greasy pole for a few pennies in a dingy tavern. The day, itched I feel in engaging in political discourse with the lads of ‘Go’o’, I shall first start with the ‘dibna-casta’ of Hargeisa, for political decisions are made in the corridors of Sheikh Madar, and then and perhaps then, I shall venture a chance, on a gentlemanly measure of course, to entertain the lads of the austere Go’o, which is of course where one might, in good faith you see, let the cattle out of the trough, as it were, lest charged with callousness and sadistic practices. And that day shall come when the ill-advised, hapless trio ‘Habro’ conclude their interest be best served by permitting one of their own to hoist his fat behind on the coveted hot seat abandoning the ‘tu’inta’ of Riyaale. Till then, and so long as Awals and Yonis are pushing the Jeclos of Go’o into the wilderness, your neighbourhood, the conversation is mute, my deal chap. And if by a chance, your kinship might, and this is remote you understand, and the pusillanimous Siilaanyo plucks up enough courage to gallantly truss up for the final push with full regalia like a true commander not terrified of falling upon own sword, then you might stand a good chance to truly spew such twaddle; your hot air might impress the lads and lasses of the X gen, but no, not those of us who have seen, conquered and lodged. Till then, keep singing that old tune, piping the same rhetoric hopping for alternate fillings, for that suits you fine - irrelevant you shall remain, till the day; and in the interim, trot, snarl, bark, and gnaw with your squinty snout in the company of the equals for such courtesy is being extended. Tata …

“glue-sniffing-street-corner-kids”, you say? You would know that, would not you mate? Dooxa Hargeysa, that was your corner, was it not? “when you are caught your trousers round your ankles”, you say? And I thought you were the chief plagiarist of SOL forging others' material in its entity. Tata …

O’ dear, rather obsessing, are not we mate? No one is speaking of ‘iidhehland’ herein, so cover your rear end lest worked on with a ‘subaalad’, will you? Notice how no one, with the exception of course of the ‘flasher of SOL’ aka ‘Ina fuusta madhan riix’, who in every possible attempt under the sun would find an excuse to slip ‘iidhehland’ into the conversation is the least bit interested. Now, should not you be cheering for Riyaale, the misogynist of ‘iidheland’, or are you done with the ‘tu’intii’? Tata …

300,000+ livestock sails from Bossaso today. Xoolo Somalida waxa loo dhoofiya wadamada Carabta Xoolo ku dhow 300 oo kun oo neef oo ari ah ayaa tobankii maalmood ee la soo dhaafay ka dhoofay dekeda magaalada Bosaso. Xoolahaas ayaa loo kala dhoofiyay dalalka Saudi Arabia iyo khaliijka. Waxaa kale oo hadda ku sugan maxjarka magaalada Bosaso ari kale oo gaaraya 300 oo kun sida uu sheegay wasiirka maaliyadda Puntland Faarax Cali Jaamac oo maanta shir jaraa’id ku qabtay dekedda Bosaso gudaheeda. Intii xayiraada ka qaaday Saudi Arabia dhoofinta xoolaha somalida ayaa waxa jirta in xoolo badan la dhoofiyey dekedaha Bosasso iyo Berbera. Xoolaha Bosasso ka dhoofay Axmed Maxamed Cali BBC Garowe

Xoolo Somalida waxa loo dhoofiya wadamada Carabta Xoolo ku dhow 300 oo kun oo neef oo ari ah ayaa tobankii maalmood ee la soo dhaafay ka dhoofay dekeda magaalada Bosaso. Xoolahaas ayaa loo kala dhoofiyay dalalka Saudi Arabia iyo khaliijka. Waxaa kale oo hadda ku sugan maxjarka magaalada Bosaso ari kale oo gaaraya 300 oo kun sida uu sheegay wasiirka maaliyadda Puntland Faarax Cali Jaamac oo maanta shir jaraa’id ku qabtay dekedda Bosaso gudaheeda. Intii xayiraada ka qaaday Saudi Arabia dhoofinta xoolaha somalida ayaa waxa jirta in xoolo badan la dhoofiyey dekedaha Bosasso iyo Berbera. Xoolaha Bosasso ka dhoofay Axmed Maxamed Cali BBC Garowe

'Ina Fuusta madhan riix', there you go again dear boy, charging in as if your willy is being pierced with a pair of sharp pliers only too panicky you are about to prick a breathing chasm in the rear end, and there no one dares to be on the vicinity; but then again, ‘sal fudayd’ is a trademark in your neck of the woods, no? For a while now, you have been spewing the same ‘mal’ in and out, and one would have thought by now at the scarcity of the usual ‘caraq’ that which irks you to have balls, otherwise in suspense up your trunk, to grimace at men of higher pillar, then again here you are, ticklish as if the golden goose had lain its final wallop for the picking. The gist of your argument, if I were to bother myself for a moment, lies herein: Las Anod. And as for that god-forsaken city, which currently is brimming with cockroaches about to erupt as if past due magma, albeit you shall be regurgitating to be politically aligned with the ‘iidheh land’ caricature ereptors to which I shall chuckle, for there shall be another day, when the likes of Xaabsade are no longer on the political scene, and you shall no longer be singing rhythmic cabala ala ‘ilma bucurbacayr’ cadence. Till then you might as well dance upon own faeces, for a noble company you make not. Ayoub – my dear lad, when grown men are conversing, it is almost always in the best interest of the young calves to play with mum’s dressing toiletries, for addressing you is akin to one wanting to cleanse that infamous cathouse in Dumbuluq with which certain I am you are familiar, for wretchedly encapsulated in one you were. Breath now, breath ... Tata …

More development: And just to disprove Oodweyne’s ‘aka Ina fuusta madhan riix’ hypothesis, hear here: Listen to the news bulletin ala locale from minute 4:30 Here, the 2 Sheikhs in question handed themselves over to the local police. Why? ‘cos the traditional elders (Shiekhs and clan elders) in Burco brokered a deal, yet the local admin failed its earlier attempts to nab the Sheikhs; Now, where is ‘iidheh’ when you need it most. The ‘powerhouse’ police and security forces of ‘iidheh’ land in their earlier attempts only succeeded in injuring two civilians kith and kin of one of the Shiekhs. Now, Mr. Oodweyne ‘aka Ina fuusta madhan riix’, speak to that, will you? Tata ..

O’ dear - the old one, Oodweyne, is still at it spinning the same old balderdash, and never getting bored spewing the same old diatribe of hyping up the "powerhouse" that is of the ‘iidheh’ administration of Hargeisa. And there he goes again, speaking as if he were in charge of it all, and not even giving a margin of error for the inability of, or unwillingness to, of the local admin in Burco where, as clan influence would have it, the likes of the rogue Sheikh on the run rule with unfeigned command more than that of the Hargeisa admin, unless of course you wish to sing that famous chorus of the ‘iidheh’ land. And unless traditional forces step in, ‘iidheh’ admin stands no chance in the matter. Sh. Ali Warsame sways far more influence and authority in Burco than Riyaale, but then again you knew that, did not you, old boy? Tata …

Oops ... CID commander travels all the way from Berbera to Hargeysa to assassinate a sitting MP, all 'cos of what he said about the LasAnod alleged assassination. Hear hear ... And the interview ...

Good intentions neither get one any farther nor do they get anything done, if anything they tend to induce one to mute siesta; instead serious recourse of the root cause of core issues concerning Somalis is required; call it what you will, but 99% of the Somalis do not know what they want, and the few who do, neither have the backbone nor the means to push it through or enforce; besides, who needs hand-holding mantra when bullet-feeding jeering could be had?

Nicely done, great read, to the point, and very professional.

And in the meantime, keep telling yourself that,

And who was your source of the summary you so gallantly ‘aad soo walwaashay’ as if bringing feast to the festivities, perhaps Hadhwanaag?

The end result Dalbac is now on the run and his house is on fire; citizen Buraale is sipping tea in Buuhoodle; 3 civilians injured incl. school children. and more ... read all about it ...

No, Riyaal is 'Ismood', in other words, Riyaale is 'Baqal farda la miratay'; he is warming up someone else shorts until that someone feels secure enough to wear them for good, stand up and own up;

Bucur Bacayr was the father of Ilma Isla Weyn. Get it;

Pandora's box was opened by Silanyo & Co. long time ago. Burale is only saying it like it is --- when the dust has settled Iljeex and Ilma bucur bacayr will eventually see the light only with their tails between their legs, as it were. With Ilma bucur bacayr, there is only one language their speak - that is Shaabuug, and come here now the Shaabuug.

Great what? Run for your life lassy, cover your rear end [Oops… I forgot you did not have any --- Ouch the sight of that --- uuuuugly], before you get whipped with horse-like well-endowed organ ... run;