come on what does that word mean mma. illah ka cabso noo adiga. saas ma laisku ogaa. peace.

HANKX BUUBTO ABAAYO, GUYS, READ THIS POEM WITH ME, IT IS FUNNY AND IT HAS BEEN RECITED BY A TYPICAL AFMINSHAAR SWEETNESS & BITTERNESS (For B. W. Andrzejewski) Without contraries is no progression —Blake Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes). —Whitman 1 Sometimes even the aloes Bear honeyed flowers Whose nectar you slurp I am sweetness & bitterness Planted in the same place. ll My right hand and left hand are twins: One entertains the guests and walks the weak; The other is daggers dripping woes & wormwood. lll My son, I am rich, I contain countless contraries: Do not take me For a poor monomaniac Out on a limb Hectoring for his bloody hobby-horse. lV Sometimes I am faithfully obedient, Well-mannered, Utterly innocent of evil: And sometimes I am the obdurate destroyer, An arrant knave. V Sometimes I am the anchorite Who sequesters himself in the mosque To review his life and purify his heart: And sometimes I am the villain, The loony Who blusters in every saloon in Somalia: "Go to now. I'll prove thee With mighty-mouthed Evil Till my cup runneth over With contumely and crazy Àasha." Vl Sometimes I am The towering heads Of wit, wisdom, eloquence, Of honor, & forbearance: And Sometimes I am The loafer The nowhere man With no name in the street. Vll Sometimes I am A man who does not allow anything unkosher Go past his gullet: And sometimes I am A thief dyed-in-the-wool Who does not spare Even the orphan's share. Vlll Sometimes I am The leader Of high-ranking saints and sages: And sometimes I am An honorable member Of Satan's conclave-- After the fiend's very own heart. lX A presumptuous Jack Cannot size me up For I run interference for chameleons For I keep school for chameleons. Daily I turn: Every morning My complexion is distinctly Of different color & creed. I know how to hobnob With both Muslims And With heathen honky monkey alien infidels: The angels of Hell and Heaven Argue over my soul. X No man has traced to me All these contraries I trail; But a man of many days, One whose head is hoary, Or One who is hip To sizing men up May possibly Take my proper measure. Xl O everyman Jack, Pick your sweetest, Most apt metaphor To brand me with: Ride the hobby-horse Your heart hobbles after, Or The one you can't help but Tease me with. Speak Right on; Ride on For I make ways For you: Please, Take your choice. ……………… i. A demogouge, an afmieeshaar — i.e. he whom the Somalis perceive to be a saw-mouthed sage, who attempted to cruelly caricature, castrate and crucify the formidable Somali Issaaq poet, Qaasim, a.k.a Ahmed Ismaeel Deeriye, attempting to write him off as mere mug-turned-blotto! Qaasim's parry, his riposte, his refutation of the attack on his reputation, which became Qaasim's classic, much-celebrated signature song. Macaan iyo Qaraar: as distinguished and as famous as Frank Sinatra's classic signature song I Did it My Way. Macaan iyo Qaraar is well-known to all the glitteratti, to all the cognoscenti, to all the connoisseurs of Somalia's current literary scene. It is for this reason that I rendered it into English in the summer of 1986, at The Montreal World Poetry Festival. It was later featured in the now defunct Montreal literary review, Zymergy, to which I contributed poems and essays during the late '80s and early '90s, when I served on its editorial board. …………………………….. Another version of the story behind this now internationally famous Somali song goes as follows: Qaasim the Somali poet was once asked by his exasperated Isaaq clansmen: "Qaasim! Who are you? Are you the poet the Somali nation is most proud of Or are you the jerk the drunk the bum the katcrazy the katcrushing Eedoar the crazywater consumer the dweller of ditches & gutters we pick up every dawn before the call of the muezzin from the ditch from the gutter?" It is my pleasure and delight now to share with you all, Qaasim's riposte, Qaasim's Apologia Pro Vita Sua translated into English by this Somali Abgal bushman! ---------------------------------- ii. Margaret Laurence wrote in her celebrated The Prophet's Camel Bell (1963): "Goosh — whose real name was Bogomil and whose nickname was pronounced 'Goosh' — happened to be Polish, a tall man with an expressive and almost oriental face, high cheekbones and faintly slanted eyes. He was a poet in his own language." Bogomil W. Andrzejewski, the late and lamented scholar and dean of international Somali studies, taught at the London School of Oriental Languages. He was a friend of mine who shared this poem with me in Somali so I could translate it into English. With his wife, Sheila, he also translated the same Somali song into English. Compare my version with their more philological and scholarly version. This can be found in their excellent book, An Anthology of Somali Poetry (pages 88-89), published in 1993. My friend Goosh spoke Somali better than I, a native Somali! Another case of that famous contradiction where the teacher becomes the student! He was most instrumental in the search for and eventual discovery of, a written form of the wild savage Somali tongue, in 1972. I will never forget what Goosh said to me in his London home in 1986, when I told him my name was now John Drinkwater. Whereas before I was infamous as Qaasim, as Sir John Barleycorn! Goosh's reaction became a memorable Somali saying: "waxaa tahai Nin libaax qaathay Oo laga dhigay!" "You are a man nabbed by a lion that was forced to drop you none the worse for the nasty nabbing! Would that the lion would drop more And more Somalis! Sir John drinkwater, let us toast to that! Lakhaaim! To life!" iii. The Somali rum which renders one exalted.

Not for meh, Not for me this face of yours don't call the make-ups beauty girl half-dressed to impress men No, don’t tell me she is pretty, No, I say she is truly ugly She sings and dances and winks She moves so close to men and flirts with layers of make-up and mascara Scavenging for money and free drinks Yet tomorrow she says she independent Just a no material gain human She imitates and acts different Hoping to qualify for cool title I hope you make it to the top For I know you've strived for it But advice is expensive to give To every player hating freak actor Sorry, you are going down the drain You wish you listen when i cried "stop" Now you have gone too far to come back

Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai that's a french song which means: I loved u, I love u, I will love u

Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai that's a french song which means: I loved u, I love u, I will love u

Silent guy, LST, Hibo .. Thnx guys Aamiiin Samira, walaahi i feel ya sister.

Nice poem abaa.....wallahi i feel the same thing too and i ask my self those same question everyday. We are living in aaduunyo gadoon may Allah help us out. Amiin Salaam

Uneducated Somalis?? Why do U care? u the one who is insulting "walendoz" on the web? @ Jibril

I am against dating other nationalities

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL Ismahan ... that was so funny.....

Nice Eyes and somooth dark (brownish) skin. That's All folks

MMC: waraa.......adi maa lagu soo dhaweyneyn... adi widaagey aa ba tahayee.....give me a ring...hadaad Mn soo gaartid... special evenings ------------------ Each one of us is a masterpiece in progress

Salaams All. For one of my elective classes, I decided to take this class that deals with death. It sort of pertains to my field of study. Anyways, the teacher raised an interesting question yesterday. The question was how would you deal with a person of a different faith( be it christian,jew, sikh, whatever) if you were consoling them in their last moments of life?? Say they wanted to pray and they asked you to stay with them...is it permissable in Islam to do so?

i don't knwo much but here it goes. jeg elsker dig=danish te amo=spanish i luv ya-english waan ku jeclahay-somali lol thats it 4 me. is it true that english ppl say "collect me" instead of "pick me up or give me a ride" lol. peace.

i don't knwo much but here it goes. jeg elsker dig=danish te amo=spanish i luv ya-english waan ku jeclahay-somali lol thats it 4 me. is it true that english ppl say "collect me" instead of "pick me up or give me a ride" lol. peace.

looooooooooooool@mma. i don't know y just old ppl. now stop looking adigana b4 i look with ma scary eyes. lol peace.

i disagree with you najma sis, we are not suffering aids because we are muslim, not because FGM.people do not sleep around(majority) cause it is against the religion. if someone wants to commit zina whether they are circumcised or not they will commit it. so FGM has no benefit what so ever.

Challengers, here we compete all our rhymed speech here's where we taste sweet victory or nasty defeat emcees and femcees, take your mutha f#@!in' seat don't sneeze, or bend your knees, or move your hands and feet see i just spit-talk aint nothin here to preech and i just crip-walk no other dance to reach just listen to hip-hop no other sh*t to teach this sh*t's like switch-locks, just opens with a key follow me/ just let it be these n*ggaz blind and cannot see life's own way that's naturally deminished from some catastrophe and now i know ya'll wanna see blazer's full force factory back to me? well........actually holdin back be the sh*t that's wack to see one luv~~~~~~keep the sh*t comin'

Challengers, here we compete all our rhymed speech here's where we taste sweet victory or nasty defeat emcees and femcees, take your mutha f#@!in' seat don't sneeze, or bend your knees, or move your hands and feet see i just spit-talk aint nothin here to preech and i just crip-walk no other dance to reach just listen to hip-hop no other sh*t to teach this sh*t's like switch-locks, just opens with a key follow me/ just let it be these n*ggaz blind and cannot see life's own way that's naturally deminished from some catastrophe and now i know ya'll wanna see blazer's full force factory back to me? well........actually holdin back be the sh*t that's wack to see one luv~~~~~~keep the sh*t comin'

Challengers, here we compete all our rhymed speech here's where we taste sweet victory or nasty defeat emcees and femcees, take your mutha f#@!in' seat don't sneeze, or bend your knees, or move your hands and feet see i just spit-talk aint nothin here to preech and i just crip-walk no other dance to reach just listen to hip-hop no other sh*t to teach this sh*t's like switch-locks, just opens with a key follow me/ just let it be these n*ggaz blind and cannot see life's own way that's naturally deminished from some catastrophe and now i know ya'll wanna see blazer's full force factory back to me? well........actually holdin back be the sh*t that's wack to see one luv~~~~~~keep the sh*t comin'

Challengers, here we compete all our rhymed speech here's where we taste sweet victory or nasty defeat emcees and femcees, take your mutha f#@!in' seat don't sneeze, or bend your knees, or move your hands and feet see i just spit-talk aint nothin here to preech and i just crip-walk no other dance to reach just listen to hip-hop no other sh*t to teach this sh*t's like switch-locks, just opens with a key follow me/ just let it be these n*ggaz blind and cannot see life's own way that's naturally deminished from some catastrophe and now i know ya'll wanna see blazer's full force factory back to me? well........actually holdin back be the sh*t that's wack to see one luv~~~~~~keep the sh*t comin'

that was nice one.. Ameenah.. didn't knwo u had it in u....?.. I guess all somalis r poets only if they got the 'sal ' to sit somewhere n compose!!1 ------------------ Each one of us is a masterpiece in progress

I look deep in your eyes. And see there what I feel inside. We share something between us, Neither one of us can hide. I feel your lips touch mine, I loose all my control, All it took was a look and a kiss, To know you were part of my soul. I see your hands on my skin, I want and need you to do more, The passionate look you give me, Tells me heaven is in store. I feel your need against my thigh, i know you will fulfill every wish,. We were made to fit together, And all it took was a look and a kiss. I look deep in your eyes, And I see heaven there inside, You make me feel so beautiful, What I feel for you I cannot hide……… All this is just a fantasy.. I hope u guys share urs with me!! ------------------ Each one of us is a masterpiece in progress

I see that there's two volumes but....... I be releasing energy like exothermic heat studying me like chemistry, nobody can determine me little is known about what can be blown but haters be blocking skills that are shown propone and slow bone couldn't catch what was thrown yet it's easy to steal shit that's all been owned get off my seat nigg*az you on my throne step on my feet nigg*az you will be stoned popped snapped dropped cracked and candy-coned asking me for my greens like a handy loan drop that, cop that, keep it where it's locked down hear my golden lyrics, how u like that, wut now don't be at a place where u aint supposed to be don't be a yard meter foot step close to me but hey you chose be actually you chose to read about the hit sparker rhyme dropper that's mostly me peace

I see that there's two volumes but....... I be releasing energy like exothermic heat studying me like chemistry, nobody can determine me little is known about what can be blown but haters be blocking skills that are shown propone and slow bone couldn't catch what was thrown yet it's easy to steal shit that's all been owned get off my seat nigg*az you on my throne step on my feet nigg*az you will be stoned popped snapped dropped cracked and candy-coned asking me for my greens like a handy loan drop that, cop that, keep it where it's locked down hear my golden lyrics, how u like that, wut now don't be at a place where u aint supposed to be don't be a yard meter foot step close to me but hey you chose be actually you chose to read about the hit sparker rhyme dropper that's mostly me peace