That gamble of chilhood actually works as long as the number of both boys or girls in your family don't exceed 9. It has no provision for a family size of 10 boys and 6 girls. The trick was if the final result is 76, it would mean 7 boys and 6 girls. Now tell me how would that two digit explain a family of 11 and 6.

Ibti- at the risk of interferring with your Hasawe, may I remind you that Sayid asked you if you know me or not? That is the question.

Ngonge, this is a prelude. God Forbid, but imagine Ngonge owned this site. It would probably have looked like the le gazelle night club amid Arba-Minch’s stream waters with freaks as the sole inhabitants. Or like the Robinson Crusoe’s tiny world, it would have had a small group of ‘prophetic’ people who wouldn’t listen to the other side of the argument. Or like my neighbour, cabdiqadir dheere’s Majlis, who after inviting you to his house, dictated how many times you can go to the toilet with the insult “ Kaalay ila qayil baan ku idhiyee, ma suuli’ga iga buuxi baan kuugu yeedhay?”, he would have disenfranchised all those who he invited to the forum. He would have convinced many with his exceptional skills to join in, at first. Then the drama would have begun. Like that famous Muqaaxi of Cabdiwaaxid in Sayladda Xoolaha, who cooks bariis aan la cuni karin, and comes back to check on how much of it has moved every two hours, only to find it no one actually ordered anything. Then, he calls ka yar ee distida u haya, and tells him to bring haaf-bariis ah. That way, he finishes nearly all of the rice and in the evening he comes with a pen and an exercise book asking the boy to get ready for Xisaabtii maanta! A fed-up boy told him, "Xissaab maxaya, Muqaaxida adi unbaa wax ka cunee. It is not open for the public." Ngonge would have deleted all the stuff and nonsense threads Nomads posted, and there would have been no notification of who is banned and why? In the end, he would have remained the sole editor-in-chief, owner and commentator of the whole forum.

CL- I am confused. Wax ii sheeg dee? Educate me on the secrets I should know.

Why is everyone predicting an imminent ban on me? Just because I haven't read the golden rules of SOl (seriously) doesn't mean I can't imagine what they look like. Especially, when there is no right for appeal or fair trail. I twice faced a military court.

Anyway, What was the essence of the question? On second thought, I am surprised at the question more than the answer.

CL- you don't have to worry about the prospect. You would have been promoted to the a Moderator! I know you two get along very well. Ngonge- I can't believe how coward you are. When the guy was given the red card, you almost immediately disappeared. And probably sent PM's to the big boss, singing Shaggy's "It wasn't me". Yacni, I am clean on this.

Indeed, right about the Oxymorons but wrong about the location. I sicnerly ask for your forgiveness. I have this habit of misfiring, saaxib. Aad iyo aad raali u ahoow, walaalkay.

To your consternation, Ya Ngonge, I think Ibti's summary is accurate. And for someone whose blood pressure is suspect, she fared well. Ahmed-Daahir is not weak. The power relations in the story is because wuu busaaraday san yahay (meaning he is broke financially). Shall I write how he behaves when he is not finanially challanged?

Ngonge, I finsihed typing few lines on a topic entitled "If NGONGE owned SOL". Shall I post it?

How prescient! Sayid Somal kindly pass that abuse to Warsame (war-xume) whatever he is called. Adigunna AAD raali iiga ahow. Consider that a friendly fire. Ibti-I agree. You and me have tendencies. You, your blood gets boiled with less than 10 celcius, me I jump before I read the full message. BTW, why do you say I don't know him? Are you afraid you will suffer vicarious liability?

Who is the man who kept on posting fabrications about the killing of Somali Christians???? Now that you decalre you are muslim, waan danbaabay. Istaaqfurullah.

^ Ibti- leave Axmed-Dahir alone, if you could excuse Mimi. Ragga naxariis idin kama dhaxayso soo ma aha? Anyway, what bothered you about him? I am curious.

Waryaa sayidka noo daa! I can only regard you as Sayid-Shaydaan! No way you can be Sayid-Somali. Edit- Like Soofe who refused to live with HIV/AIDS, I refuse to live with unbeliver Somali.

Ibti- I thought you mastered this damn language. For someone of your caliber, how does it take so long to speak from the nose her mother-tongue. Now, I am starting to suspect if you are related to NGONGE or if you are from the far east. I digress as usual. What I was saying if this Sayid-XXX dude needs to be banned. How come we think tribes shouldn't be insulted but allow the religion to be demeaned by few crazy guys in the payroll of the churches.

5(2X+3) + Y - 15 Where X = no. of boys Y = no. of girls Saas miyaa Nuune. In conventional algebra, you don't solve for two variables in a single equation at the same time. X = -Y-15/10. Ii sheeg aan kuu sheegee hadayna jirin no one would have solved for it.

^War ninkan yaa inaga qabta oo ilaahay yaqaan! Where is the admin. Adeerayaal bari aroortii ama af-muslin ama mid gaalaad aad mid uun idin ku imaado. This guy should be banned. Qabaa'ilo yaan wax laga sheeginna waynu leenahay diintii in wax laga sheegana tolerance baynu u aragnaa! How do you reconcile these two.

Bravo Jacaylbaro. U sheeg tuugtan morality ka dhex raadinaysa meel aan jirin. In a way, they are supporting the christianization of our society. Waa inaan la dagaalanaa ciddii diinteena fara-gelin ku haysa. Qofkii iskii gaal u noqon isagay u taalaa, but when there is a whole campaign by strong establishments to change our ways of lives and beliefs, we need to fight back. If that earns me intolerant and extremist, so be it.

The Benevolent Prostitute He hasn’t got enough money. When he approached Mimi, she told him he will need to pay her 150 Birr for the night. Of course, he has the option of paying less, but that will be for only one shot. He knows that is not what he came for tonight, but what can he do? Poverty has constrained his passions in the past, and he always wondered what he would have achieved with more resources. Not that he thought she will do anything about it, but as they entered the room for a quick fix and she remained behind to close the door, he felt the urge to tell her that he feels lonely and would have liked her to be with him for the night. “I have only 50 Birr. I haven’t eaten dinner. Can I give you 40 Birr for this and save the remaining 10 for dinner?” He asked wearing a non-committal look. At first, she didn’t hear him. Then, suddenly, she stopped undressing. “Did you say you didn’t have dinner?” She put on her shirt back and sat beside him. “Why?” she asked. “Why do you do this then?” “ehh! I don’t know. It is because I am a bad man. I have a problem, maybe.” She took the 50 Birr and left the room. Although he thought he is being robbed, he didn’t want to provoke a fight lest it might draw a crowd. The least he wanted was for the word to get out that he goes to prostitutes, and for that to reach the ears of Cibaado- his wife of eight years. After fifteen minutes, she came back with one ‘Tibsi’ (roasted meat), and extra injera’s enough for three people. A waiter followed her to the room and placed two Beer on the table. Ahmed-Dahir strenuously voiced his anger at the sight of the intoxicating drinks, and reminded Mimi that he never tasted the ‘the tears of the lion’ as it is commonly known among his spoiled peers. The thought of his peers brought that funny night at a Bar downtown to his mind. Abshir and Tareeyso were drinking, as he sat beside them disapprovingly, and kept reminding them of the sins they are committing. At a later stage, as the heat got into their heads, Abshir started chanting nabi-amaan Qasiidoo’s and shed tears of confusion and contrition. Inta raacdaay nabigee [sCW] rafiiqiisii noqotee Aan rumaysay noqonee kusaliya rasuulkaa[sCW] Rabbi sali calal xabiibi……………………… He accused Tareeyso of misleading him. He quickly noticed Tareeyso was holding a glass of beer in his left hand, and angrily pointed to his breach of the Sunnah. “Waryaa, midigta ku cab!eeyoohow eeygu dhalay! Sunnaha ha khilaafine!” When the two men were reminded by Axmed-Daahir, who was disgusted by all the drunkards’ baloney going around, of the nacalad that is descending on them, one of them retorted back, “ true, we will get the ‘To’, but I assure you, you will be copied as well for being in the vicinity of the crime scene." “You don’t want any Beer? Fine. I will order Coke for both of us. I don’t want to corrupt you. As a matter of fact, I admire you are not a drunkard. Me, I only take few glasses once in a while.” Her voice ended his reverie. Then, he coughed twice as he sipped from the cold soft drinks to quench his thirst. She opened her bag, took out two Amoxycillin 500mg tablets and handed it to him. “I think you caught cold, this should be of some help.” That gesture of unprecedented kindness from a woman selling her body stunned Axmed-Daahir, who started asking questions about her background and the motives behind this generosity. And so she told him in length about her husband, who was killed by the “Revolution boys”, how she ended up in the street after a greedy brother-in-law took all the properties that belonged to her husband. At one point, as he glanced at his Casio watch, he wondered if this is a trick. A trick to restirct him to the one-go his money is worth, while he clearly intended to go five laps. The story of the legendary Sultan Schahriar , who was tricked by the engrossing tales of the Grand Vizier's daughter in the Persian story of “A thousand and One Arabian Nights”, crossed his mind. But then again he didn’t want to sully the good character of his entertainer with a delirious hunch. He told her his story. Axmed-Daahir said, “I am a conservative man, who wouldn’t allow his sister go to the market without a headscarf. I dislike foreign cultures that plague our society with infected movies and wild night-clubs. I never drank any liquor. I disapprove of people who are killing others, I want to be as clean and religious as possible, and I am a kind human being.” He gazed at the wall and narrated his frailties abhorrently. “It is not clear if I am a good or bad man. I commit adultery and rejoice debauchery.” She showed great empathy for his predicament, thanked him for his innocence and said if she was a good woman, she might have married a good man like him. She said she is filth and doesn’t deserve him. For a minute, he contrasted her with those worthless home-girls who used to insist that 'they are doing it exclusively for him'. He hates 'adigaan ku qaadi waayay talk'. And even worse, as they munched on the expensive 'Qat'- they insisted on before any 'fadhi', he felt the green leafs in their mouth is his money being cut into pieces. Yet, for all the pleasure he offered, there was no return. Whenever he says, "haye dee?", He was told by Hannah-qaali "na daa dee aan kaa mirqaanee. Waah! Muxuu ahaa waxani?" Mimi was surprised he doesn’t know how to use condoms or for what they are used, and slowly coached him. She told him the risks involved with unprotected sex and why he needs to do the same when he meets others. With some effort, he finally asked the important question that bothered him the whole night. “Do you love me? Why do you take care of me so kindly?” “No, I don’t love you. I don’t hate you as well. But as a person, I think I should be kind to other human beings who are in need.” “Mimi, you are a good person. Why don’t you quit this and take up a decent life?” Half-joking, she gave him a prickly answer. “Axmed, who will serve people like you, then?” She smiled and added “I am kidding. I would have loved to leave this misery. I take enormous shame in selling my body to strangers. But I need to survive.” She knew she lied there. Not to him, but to her conscious. It wasn’t for her to survive; it was that she also wanted what they told her at the start as “the easy life”. By the time she went deep into the business, and started to see the horror, it was too late. She can’t think of another job. One after another, men who visited her promised they will fix her in their offices, or in their booming businesses. And he she trusted some of them the first few weeks. Now, she doesn’t even resent their stories. One thing she surely learned from this wicked livelihood is the matter of men. What they are made of!

I object to the banning of Marx! I don't think it is right. Siddani waa maxay? Muxuu bi'iyey? I am not talking about whatever he has done in the past, but he shouldn't be banned just because he confronted LST? We owe LST explanations, not a simple notice of who is banned or who is not?

Emperor; Gormaad talo nawaydiin. Talo majirtee ha is dhex yaacdo'e daa!! Interstingly, a cynic might think markay Itoobiya Abdullahi Yusuf ka wareegtay inay wax qasan yihiin inaad dareentay!

And if so, as ex-SNM you want his head miyaa Xaaji?

Seriously, joojiya afkaas. Hadii kale anna af-axmaari iyo Shonna, some others na Zulu ayey meesha la iman. And then the whole site will assume a pan-African dimension.

Malika and CL must be banned. Yaa cisha kasta af-sawaaxili halkan lagu xamanayaa? This is preposterous.

I don't care is evasive. Don't seek my answer. I have said it. Say yours? hadii kale kolba qolad yar ku dhuumo!