^^ Err..more Somalis entered the UK during the Blair years than the entire tory reign, saaxib. Cambuulo iyo bun;936274 wrote: A valid point huh? Would it still be valid if you weren't of the same view? Wa maya It would. Which is why I asked you if she ever visited Somalia. People always look at the angle that concerns them in a story. In mine, and when talking about Thatcher, I mentioned my addictive hobby and how Thatcher had almost destroyed British Football. The guru went at from an SL angle. You called her a witch, what annoyed you about her?

^^ If the president of Peru dies tomorrow, I doubt many in the site would care (well apart from me) unless, of course, Peru had or did something that concerns them. The guru does not want to badmouth Mrs T because of what he believes she did for the SNM. A valid point. p.s. Did she ever visit Somalia in her 13 year rule? (where are the picture lovers?).

^^ You and your empty posturing. Straight talking is only handy when face-to-face with someone (or on twitter and the like). It is dull on discussion forums. Wax fahan.

Good stuff. Brave bands.

When a reer magaal gives someone a gift, he usually wraps it in something. This is normally done with the use of some elaborate and designer wrapping or, in the Somali tradition, the gift is hidden under some new macawis or scarf. To pass the gift with no covering is a badow trait that is very vulgar. Likewise with speech; a compliment is usually circuitous and longwinded. One cannot praise a man by calling him “fariid” as if he’s talking to a child. Nor could one praise a woman with the simple line of “waad qorox badantahay” as if he himself is an overawed child. There is a certain eloquence to the speech of the grown up, the cultured; in short: the reer magaal. It’s hands off, slightly uninvolved with a touch of dignified haughtiness. It compels the receiver to listen and attempt to absorb the direction, feel and aim of the words in the same way that someone receiving a gift hurries to unwrap it and see what valuables are contained within. The reer magaal way of fighting shares similar qualities to his way of gift giving. For where the badow would rush in and reveal his aim and the process with which he plans to achieve it before a single punch has been landed, the reer magaal uses subtlety and would gift wrap his unexpected uppercut with a distracting jab or feint. Even insults acquire a certain beauty when they’re gift wrapped. It is why people admire poetic insults as opposed to those uttered by an angry kid. In fact, even the target of such an insult may often be seen chuckling at the beauty of the delivery of such an insult. I am yet to see anyone chuckling at vulgar “hoyadaa waxa ku samay” nonsense. This brings me to the recent discussion about clans that we’ve been having on this site of late. Personally, and since I have been peddling the C is E mantra for a long time, I suppose I could be blamed for encouraging such vulgar practices on SOL. However, it was never my intention to encourage the slipping of standards or the vulgarity of expression that has been sweeping the site recently. The dullness of open terms such as HAG, Uunka, pirates and the like does not compare to the guru's poetic introductions of the memorable “defeated lot”, “looters inc” or even Mooge’s “qoslaaye”. These bon mots, though intended to wound, were still appreciated for their cleverness and ability to raise a chuckle or two. Alas, today we are overwhelmed with robotic scripts that excel in being plain, brash and vulgar. Xaaji X used to be the only one to deal in such things in the past and we loved having the novelty of the wicked Xaaji as a counterbalance to the seriousness of the rest of the site. Yet today, all the scripts are attempting to imitate Mr X and the interactions are starting to resemble those found in a school’s play area! Worse still, many of those that were conversant with "gift-giving" have abandoned the age old practices of the past and decided to join the scripts in this new habit of naked communication. Now I am not going to come out and call any of you a badow, lakin cagihiinaan qaawan halkan aan ka arka. Bahasha wax ku laaba ya naas.

^^ So are designer shoes. (wa calaykom al salaam).

Where does Alpha get all this energy from? I have never seen a man argue with himself that much!

^^ They want me to download some videomaking program and I'm hoping if I ignore it they'll forget.

^^ There will be more in the coming days. I expect the Liverpool fans to sing their song about having a party when Maggie dies.

^^ I could. But I think I'll leave at five anyway. I'm trying to avoid the kids today.

^^ They didn't have a minutes silence for her in last night's game. Nobody in the football liked her.

^^ Half term. Had to get out quick and was at work at seven.

First in, AGAIN! Morning anyone.

^^ Ha o bixin, saaxib. With Faysal prodding him with that stick from the back, even Siilaanyo can turn into a raging lion and put Somalia in its place.

Since I can't see half the pictures here, I really don't know what the argument is about. But, surely, this argument could be easily sorted with another picture, could it not?

If you want to promote something you always have to ensure that Alpha opposes it. Works wonders for the product.

^^ If we had someone like that in SL, we'll have war within weeks, saaxib. I too dislike Siilaanyo's consensus politics and wish that he would make at least one decision without the need for a bloody guddi to cover his back for him. Still, I reckon he's doing the right thing when it comes to SL and Somalia talks (all opposition have to be included in the decision making). Shame about everything else though.

^^ Adiga waalan of course.

^^ Alas it were also her convictions that saw her stabbed in the back by her own very loyal members and forced to resign, saaxib. Maggie was a tough lady but she went about her politics the wrong way. Bravado and the appearance of strong convictions carried the day and won her three elections but the damage her stubborness caused is still felt today by many parts of the country. I only admire her will to win but nothing else besides.

^^ You know I'm right. Let him have a couple of kids and you'll soon see him fluently singing askari ameva magwanda buti kofia ya chuma..

^^ Adiga mooday, saaxib. The poeple of the North hated the woman. She destroyed their communites, damaged their lives and encouraged the culture of greed that eventually culminated in the economic crisis of today. They'll be dancing in Newcastle, Sunderland, Sheffield, Manchester and LIVERPOOL today.

^^ Those in the North of England are going to have massive parties. The Tories are sad today. I wonder what Alpha thinks of it all!

^^ :D

Malika, That and the madness of women. The crazy thing about it is that the midwives are also usually women, the doctors are women and everything in the place is all about women. Then they drag a poor, reasonable man into the middle of this mayham and ask him to try to find his way through it all. The wife tells him she can't bear the pain. The midwife tells him it's still early days. The wife who a minute ago was at death's door shouts "midwifta xun siday na eegaysa ma argtay?" The mother-in-law plays it all Somali and gives him a look that says "you really shouldn't be here" Some cadaan or tima jilic woman is screaming her heart out in the next room and he starts thinking this sort of screaming is going to start coming of his wife soon (only to later find out that Somali women don't scream like that!). The midwife pushes him out of the way to get something or other. The mother-in-law pushes him out of the way to get closer on that side. The wife demands that he reads some quran loudly. The mother-in-law makes a passing comment in Somali about the midwife. The wife stops her frantic breathing to join in with the gossip. A sister-in-law hovers outside the room but is not allowed to come in because only a maximum of two relatives are allowed. The husband gets kicked out. The husband gets called back in again. A new sister-in-law arrives. The husband gets kicked out. An epidural discussion begins. The husband is called back in. They agree to have an epidural, the mother-in-law disagrees. They agree not to have an epidural. The sister-in-law, who has a friend that is a midwife starts talking about C section and the great possibility that it may take place. The mother-in-law panics and starts reading quran. The wife stops the heavy breathing to ask if anyone had thier dinner yet!!! The midwife sticks her head into the room to ask if everything is ok. The wife goes back to breathing heavily and pulling faces. The screaming from next door gets louder and now even louder sobs are being heard from the room on the other side. Suddenly, the waters break. The midwives rush in. The heavy breathing increases. A baby is born and someone says "Mabrook". Bloody hell! Never again, says the mother. NEVER AGAIN, says the father. A couple of years later, the whole movie is played again. But this time, the midwife hits you with sarcastic comments about experience and knowing when things are really serious. Neither the wife nor the husband are any the wiser and every contraction seems like the end of the world. Naga daaya.