Kana aduunkoo dhan wuxuu u taagan yahay Puntland.

Aliayh, Why are you leaving? Please stay. Whereever you go, you can still say few words from time to time. Dee hanaga tagin. Hadii wax kaa awood weyn meesha kuu diideena noo sheeg aan kaa qabanee!!

......Until Sheikh Cali entered the toilet breathing heavily and in a deep shock. "Are you bleeding from the nose? He said and contintued, "health first, prayers will follow". He took him outside and asked him to look upwards and to rest for a while. In the meantime, he started talking on his phone. " Yes, bring me the plants (geedihii). They are the perfect antidote". Ina Dhigane started panicking. Mainly beacuse he is allergic to plants. "No, no, I am fine, shiekh", he said. "Alxamdu lilaah, let us pay our debts then", the Sheikh Said and pulled him inside.

As ever Marx sees enemies everywhere. You are not even a proper Somalilander. You are a FORGED Somalilander and yet you are the loudest in cheering for this madness. It is time someone talks sense into your head and you start seeing what it means to be a full Somali, not a partial one. Not a half-somali who hates some of them and loves a portion of this race. Adan Sirro pretends to be a religious man and should act like one. If he wants to defean us with SNM-like propaganda he should remove his turbine and throw out his tusbax and properly join Ina-Cali waraabe. At least this fanatic is bold enough to say "cut the lips of those among you who chant Somalia and not somaliland". Ibti, My good sister, this is not back-biting but telling the truth as I see it. That fake Sheikh should learn the difference between a cadre and a sheikh. He should avoid what is to be avoided, especially when it is a miasmic tribal agenda that is in discussion.

^ So that you don't follow his sermons! or rather his messages.

His wife woke him up from deep sleep that afternoon. He really wanted to rest. But she insisted that he take her to her friend’s home as she had told them she is coming. When he tried to give reasons why she should make it another day, she told him that Aliya (her friend) called and said she is not feeling well. Of course, he knew that was a small lie, but there was no point in challenging it. She had already dressed up for the visit. He was about to do so. But, something led him elsewhere and he soon found himself on top of her. After they were done, she rushed to the bathroom and once again started preparing. His time came and as he made to the bathroom, he recalled that the there was no electricity for most of the day and hence there will be no warm water. It was cold and cold is not something he dares to touch. He fears cold water. He was always surprised by the courage of fellow students in the boarding school who woke up early in the morning and took a cold shower. He once had a big problem after commenting whether some of the students’ skin is made of ‘a crocodile’s hide. Ina-Dhigane faked he had cleaned himself and joined his wife for the visit. On the way, he got a message from the husband of Aliya, who asked him to come and join them in the mosque for Maqrib prayers after he drops his wife. This jeopardized a major plan. He was thinking either to skip the Maqrib or to sneak to the toilet of the hosts and wash himself properly, pretending he is taking a thorough Wayso. He decided not to do both but to drop the wife and go on to a nearby Café, and to later join the husband once he comes back to his home. Of course, the husband will not ask where he prayed the Maqrib. Maqrib has never been his favorite Salat. You cannot postpone it; you cannot pretend you have performed it a while ago. He was driving out of Aliya’shouse, when Sheikh Cali-dhuux saw him. “I saw your car from distance and decided that we go for prayer together. Follow me”, he said. It was more of an order than a request. Ina-Dhigane followed and soon they were in the grand mosque. Putting the cart before the horse is the idiom. He did a quick Wayso and started to join the Jamacaa, fully aware that his actions are not holy and that all his bowing will receive a massive ‘null and void” from the owner of the skies. His soul ached. He Pretended he was following Sheikh Cali-dhuux, quietly stepped back and run to the toilet of the Mosque. There, he feigned bleeding from the nose and later once all people go for the Salat, firmly remained ensconced in one tiny toilet flushing it again and again. Until…. [Will Continue..]

Malika and Nuune know me. Faheema, sheeg sida laguu hayo imikaba? Hadii kale waxaan arintaada u gudbin.....

The Day of the Condom Ina Dhigane was worried that his wife was producing children like Xerox machine year after year, paying no attention to his advice and sometimes ultimatums. Despite taking her to Clinics for injection, bringing tablets by the load, it seems nothing was to deter Cosob from missing the red and from having cramps every now and then. He was convinced she is doing this purposefully so that her inner insecurities dissipate by way of a guarantee bond that comes in the form of tiny humans. So he decided to take matters into his own hand and from now on it is he who has to make sure his products are in check. He was too timid to go and buy one, and after taking maximum care, he slipped into the men’s room at his office and hurriedly slipped one packet of condoms into his pocket. As always he will have to go to his friends for a short ‘Qat’ session before going home. He reached there and the crowd was big. Some of the guys in the Majlis were close relatives of his wife. But he shouldn’t worry. After all, no one could read what is going on in his mind. He was in a relaxed mood before someone, a friend of sort, stood up and took out a mobile phone and an unexpected packet from the pocket of Ina-Dhigane’s coat that hung from a nail fixed to the wall over his head. Ina-Dhigane rushed to the man with force and disbelief to save himself from embarrassment; and to get hold of his lost possession. He shouted “war noo daa talafoonka...”, and lunged forwards. Not before Sayid – the man they all hate for using the phones of others withour permission, shouted back. “War naga hoo bahalkan aad ku ooyeyso”, and threw all he held in his hands in front of the owner. Disbelief! There it laid- the condom which had writing on it. I think it read Banana flavour. Hands rushed to mouths. Silence! Only five minutes before was he cursing some for procrastinating and for not praying the Casar prayers on time. Hypocrisy! God exposed the ungodly! “You don’t understand” he started to explain. But everyone understood. He was seeing whores all this time he was pretending as a good Muslim. Note:- This happened in Nairobi.

Faheema, ma salaantii baan eeday! I will not be working tomorrow and wanted to pass the message today. anything wrong with that? Mise si kale ayaa laguu hayaa?? oo July 1 kaaba laga booodsan yahay?

Dear Oodweyne, You never disappoint in your style be it the simile or the metaphor, and even the apparent long-windedness about your writing fails to dim its apeal. This, I have to acknowledge. It is, however, your attachment to sectarian ideology that worries me. For it should have been so apparent to you that you and me are indivisible as is clear from our daily amiable tussles here in this forum. And it worries me because were it not that you are possessed with some kind of affliction that ties you to tribal considerations over anything else, I feel, you are of the right age and had the right exposure to appreciate this fact. And speaking of the faliure of the night, had it occurred to you that the said man could have performed his duties with a 'distinction' mark before, that he forgot to ask the said woman of her feelings on this particular night. A night, which happens to follow a busy and tedious working day. Or indeed, a night that follows the day when a rather superstititous friend told the performer that loosing one or two of the back teeth could affect divine performace irrecoverably. Where upon the man on top got a flash of that discussion amid the task and also recalled that he is missing two molars and was invaded with the trepedition that goes with loss of confidence. As such, it may have been an anomlay. Has that occurred to your good but clearly aging mind!

Morning Faheema. And happy independence day, July 1 to you.

This Sheikh often sounds like a politician. It looks as if what matters most to him in this world is not the supermacy of the religion of Islam but the flag of Somaliland and the recognition of that encalve by the world. He talked about a certain paranoid guy who drove with a miserbale car around few conutries (promoting Somaliland's independence) as if he has returned from the gates of the Janna. He likes podiums and frequents to be seen at every major gathering, leading me to suspect he is a sort of populist as well.

I think once the pigment problem started to eat up his skin, he tried to manage the situation. Obviously, if the Skin is white, the hair and the falt nose won't go with it. Wuu yara farsameeyey. Plus, what the big deal about it. How many people go for surgery to improve their looks. That is fine. Sheekha u ducee, gaalo oo dhan ayaa isugu tagtay oo kolna caruur buu afuufay, kolna wuu waashay la daba taagnaaye. The last couple of years, waxaan u malayn, inuu cibaado uun gurigiisa la fadhiyey, intay la haayeen 'where the f is this guy?"

D/P

Here he lays bare all the false accusations and claims. One thing I always belived was that he didn't change his colour or he didn't want to be white. Something just wouldn't add up everytime I think of believing such nonesense. How come all his close friends and people he goes to at times of crisis happen to black if he doesn't want to be black. Miskiin la wareeriyey buu ahaa! Ilaahay ha u naxariisto. Of course, I can't hide the fact that some of my legs inay ku qaloocsameen mimicking his moon-landing iyo Thriller moves back in those youthful days. The man was a true entertainer. Xitaa islaama neceb ayaa hossta ka daawan jiray. http://news.bbc.co.u k/2/hi/entertainment /8121209.stm

waa mashaqo! ummmmmmmmmmm!

Dear Oodweyne, Fake or no fake, it is something I would relish if it happens. The UN must deal with one legitimate representative of the Somali Republic. It is really a shame for a man who is in the 6th stage of Sheakespeare's the seven ages of man to be as narrow-minded and enclave-lover as you are. If the news is not true, I admit, my disappointment is like that of a man who after leaning back satisfied with himself from a gruelling task with his spouse, breathed majestically and aksed " how was it?", only to be reminded by his wife (depressingly) that "it was not over for her".

Torres, 'they are not good' is just a statement. What should they do? They are leading the South American qualifiers and they have just won the Confed cup.

the Vuvuzela is disgusting and must be banned. Glan Johnson will not shine at Anfield. It will the same story like that of Keane.

They will pay dearly for that, and the utlimate beneficiary of this vendatta will be the repulic of Somalia.

Ilaahay ha u naxariisto muslim buu ahaa! Gaaladaa ka deeday!

Moahmed Abdullahi Omar's decisive measures herald how easy it is to stop the dreams of the separatists in Northern Somalia. Soon, ever Jacaylbaro will run out of job as the funding dries up! Waryaa Calanka bluuga ah qaado dhaqso.

Luis Fabiano is still the weak link in this Brazil team. He looks good because of the claiber of the others. let us hope Pato will mature in 2010. The team could be champions if they get rid of Gilberto Silva (who admittedly had a good match last night) and replace him with Diego, and if they could find a top striker. Last night, Nunne+Norf 2 - Brazil 3.

They probably don't know about this news in Washington. Imagine Samoa sending threats to Iran! Will Iran mind?

35 unbeaten runs hype you mean! Saaxib that is the media why of presenting statistics. Since 2006, how many decent sides did they beat? Euro 2008 was the only competition where they faced big teams and they won. Waxa kale ee loo tirinayaa waa San Marino oo miidhan? Did they play Holland? Argentina? Brazil? Italy? in the last four years? Iswaydiid. There are teams who have won 60 matches in years but may be have lost 2 in the middle or drawn. Just because the media creates a 'record obsession' doesn't mean, it is big thing. If you investigate, you may as find find that Holland have lost only twice since 2005!!!!! Waxaas dheg ha u dhigin! They failed to impress in the Confed cup. Scoring once against Iraq and ya alaahu kaga badiyeen South Africa. And the first real test, with USA, way kala yaaceen! EDIT nuune, saaxib, when Norf asked me what I think about the other match the other day, I told him Brazil will trounce Italy, but that I was worried about US beating Egypt. What happened? Now, I tell you Brazil will beat South Africa and the US to win this cup. I also predicted that Barcelona will beat Man U in the UEFA champions cup final. Why is Romania accident following me then???/