Deaf man will hear the noise of his voice Wailing of fear shall never air........................................

Thee shall come with forceful life Life shall change with notion of force Men will die in a graceless war Iraq burning with a thoughtless claim Oil- the vice of modernity, Thousands killed, many more deprived Homes are burnt, empires will follow Humanity dispersed, the “Law” is ignored Chaos will reign for decades to come, Until Bush blushes in a blast Blair will follow with boring brochette But scars will be left without a doubt, The orphan will ask, where is my dad? Mothers will answer with devastation The world will remain in anarchic state America will vanish with its vanity Europe will rise with a new confidence Then the game resumes with remorseful result.

Salams, Call me dippy but isn’t this nothing short of theological philosophy went mad? I am like many of the silent readers in puzzlement with the definitions of Evil and Good. Such words evoke emotions without the emotioned (if such word exists) having a clear understanding of the word. Good and Evil had become the habitual mantra of the moronic figures like Bush and his puppet Blair. Thus Spake the Old Nomad

Shaqsi, how are you old chap? I serious have missed your sometimes quircky humour and all time seriousness! Just kidding as usual. Thanks for the Article, it was good read. Sophist Thus Spake the Old Nomad.

Zaylici, thanks for the potentially educating topic. Apart from the Sheikh you yourself bear his name, I never knew there had been Somali writers who wrote in the middle ages. Perhaps you can educate us. Please may you name few books and essays which had beenb written 500 years go by Somali individuals? Thanks in advance for your infor. Thus Spake the Old Nomad

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Salaams, Truth's objectivity introduces light into the gloomy dark rooms some of us are cocooned in socrates! and I am fan of your name mate! thanks. Thus Spake the Old Nomad

Jamal uuh talent recognises talent!!! Good memory induces us to reminsce the not so good conversation with that hedious company! Um sure Ali hace been poirtrayed well in the play--- notice how sanely quite he was throughout the play. Jamal, can you send me the first part of the play, or shall i rewrite th whole thing!!!!

Zaylici, Thanks for your response. Quite interesting combination, i am sure you drinking from the well of Descarts with pleasure! assuming you Love Philo!!!. Sophist is a name I have been lebbeled at University last year when debating the trancedental logic (Kant's approach to anything metaphysics). For some obscure reason my fellow classmates thought I was primarily trying to convince them with unadulterated sophistry! so there is where the nick came from- Sorry if you were expecting something more profound than that. Regards my personal profile, Libaxsankataable will be most helpful with your quries-- am sure he will take delight in relying any info which he deems to be appropriate.

Nabil: From East End of London: Came to England when he was 9 years of age Ali: South West London- Fulham- Came to London around the age of 7, his father was Seaman Farah: From Aldgate, East London-bordering the City- Came to England at the age of 17 . All of them are in their early twenties: 24, 25 and 24 respectively The time was three o’clock post meridiam and the location is the majestic building of one of the London’s most awe-inspiring landmarks. The three chaps went into the room where they wanted to be transcend into the world that is an ancient as IT IS!. After few moments of what seemed tediously bore to one of the chaps, Nabil with his cheesy grin said, what are we doing here! This is boring man; let us go to the fun land. With astonishing look on his hackneyed face Farah says, come on Nabil this is Heaven. Annoyed with the response of his fellow friend, Nabil seeks refugee in the hands of Ali; come on bruv, you know this is boring man, back me up man! This geezer is blinded bruv. With immense grin in his worn-out mouth Ali says, let us just give it a time huh!. Disappointed with Ali’s response he headed to an effigy that was nearly unrecognisable. He stood there for a while and tried to figure out why these statuettes were here! He thought what a rotting bore this is!. Farah rushed towards where Nabil was standing and said, excellent piece of carving! Do you know who this is asked Farah? Nabil was like duh he is some sort of Egyptian King or something as heavy as that man. Farah smiled and said, not quite this is a figure recently discovered and it is believed to be Khnum the ancient god of Egyptians; you see in not like any other god but the one who created them all. Nabil couldn’t hold a soundly laughter!! Woow, he is an ugly god- I can never imagine how Egyptians looked if their god was as bummer as this man!. You know what they say in Somali “inantii hooyadeed harrorka tuntaa iyadana haadintey taqaanaa” Farah was furious with such a hideous ridicule to an art that had been preserved for thousands of years. Come on, see the bigger picture rejoined farah, don’t see this as black and white. Forget about the approximation of reality, which you are currently unwarily making. See from artistic point of view. What are you on about mate, what the heck is art? This is piece of shit man, it looks ugly to be anything valuable said Nabil with an air of satisfaction. Farah: okay, perhaps I can make you see the preciousness of this piece if you allow we have a civilised discussion? Nabil: Fat chance of that happening Farah: Just be open minded and try to see the picture I am drawing here! Nabil: It better bee prettier than the one we are standing in front of Farah: uuh, so you think beauty is something you can attach value to it? Nabil: yeah man, beautiful women are more valuable than say an ugly one Farah: what, what do you mean beautiful women? And what do you attach value to it, in other words who do you decide what is valuable? Nabil: you are being faarax bruv, value because is it valuable to me man and I don’t give a toss what you say. Ali joins them Ali: ooh, I see you guys are having a discussion on this piece of shit! Let us leave this place I am really bored. I have had it with the cultural emancipation for a day man, Farah, let us go and have a tea. Where you suggest we go? Farah: Hold it right there, we are in the middle of thought provoking discourse of which I shall make the truth be the centre of all reality. Nabil: what are you on about man, since you have read all these fat books in your room you have turned someone else man. What happened to the cool guy with the Somali poetical language? You have become something strange man Farah: let us rid off this personal echo, let us deal with the issues at hand! Ali: we shall do so when we go to a coffee house, there is good one in Shaftsbury avenue! We may as well go there since we are in cultural tour for the day. After walking through Holborn and seeing different………………………….. The coffee house was charmingly decorated with intensely rich colours that calm your nerves especially after a day of a long pseudo-philosophical discussion. After ordering their respective drinks they are seated in a table corner of the Coffee house; the interior is luxuriously and artistically furnished. The sound of the piano is heard like a cool breeze coming further land- far from the debonair and feral west end café they are in.. The conversation proceeds: Ali: Now, what were you guys talking about? I seriously dislike anything that sounds intelligent but merely is a sound- like a hallow ad nausea which is suppose to make us all feel better of ourselves; then again I am sure Farah you would never entertain such thoughts. Farah: Never is word that I do abstain utilising, for our human tenets makes us so capricious to change!. But my good fellow was showing a sign of triviality of which made me irate, and you do know I seldom get livid. Nabil: Oow listen whether you get mad or otherwise, I was just trying to say what I thought. I think it is waste of time to look at these pictures and sculptures which serve no purpose. Farah: Ignorance is the harmony of which some seek shelter from the bitter truth. Ali: Please elaborate Farah: Elated to do so. If a traveller wants to cross over abridge and he does not know that the bridge is wobbly and it may collapse he will continue his journey without hesitance. But if the truth is revealed to him then there is a substantial chance that he will cease to pursue his journey- as the Somali saying goes: Libax nin aan aqoon ayaa lax karita: Only a man who does not know a lion regain his sheep from the beast. Nabil: Now you are being insulting, you are saying I am ignorant. Farah: On the contrary, I believe that you are well informed and street wise, but in the higher and refined things you have yet to develop the taste. I am sure as time goes by you will learn to like higher arts; we are all in steady evolutionary process. Ali: ooh God and who decides what is refined and what isn’t? Surely, these things are subjective. Farah: Delighted you have asked me that question. Okay, let us talk about something that is not an “abstract”. Truth is a superior to falsehood? The fact that truth has inherent goodness makes it better than falsehood. Do you accept such assertion? Nabil: Yes I do, but I don’t see where you are going with this analogy. Farah: The Link shall become clear in time. Now you believe that there are things independently real from you perception or experience? Nabil: um, I don’t know? Farah: Okay let me give you a simple example. The existence of Allah is independent from your perception and perhaps experience; is that right? Nabil: Yeah man that is true. But what is reality got to do with taste? Farah: uuh, a clever question. Reality being the hardest thing to prove, I shall use it to pave way the fallacy of the principle of relativity of which you have unconsciously base your argument on. Nabil: what a flippant hell you are on about mate, are you now going into my conscious? I said who decides what is refined and what isn’t! And I thought you would answer my question in terms of names; be that as in individual or a matter of principle. Farah: and I am attempting to answer to it in a Socratic method- pity you have neglected yourself taking advantage of such privilege at University. Ali: Come on Farah, don’t derail the discourse into dour rail; I prefer when you attempt to be humorous than supercilious in your ability to utilise sophistry! Trust me humour is the way to go. Nabil: At last common sense is prevailing. Let me come back to it ::::: Nabil compliments Ali’s remark but Ali seems oblivious to its meaning— Afkaaga Caano lagu Qabey!:::: Farah, let me ask you, would you say Hip Hop is inferior to Classical Music? Farah: uuh, I dislike talking about specifics but since your wits prefer specifics to general principles then I shall concede and indulge you in this manner. I think that Hip Hop music is substandard to Classical Music. I say this for the simple reason that in Classical Music there is lesser artificiality (be careful the meaning of this word) supplements where in Hip Hop the artists go their way to use as much words to convey their message—bear in mind many times they are gripped with the posterior side of Female anatomical structure; or even worst full of profane and vulgar words that perhaps might be detrimental to the wellbeing of the society. Obviously these are peripheral. Nabil: Now, you are being selective. There are rappers who rap about peace, harmony and the rights of Afro-Americans. Surely these guys voices shouldn’t be ignored. Farah: uuh, you seem to perhaps misunderstand me in my last contention. As I said the passionate fixation on the anatomical parts of females or any other idiotic thing they rap about are primarily tangential. I am talking about the genre. The Hip Hop music is quite simply far from nature where Classical is closer to it. Ali: Please allow me for the interjection, what do you mean nature. Farah: Nature as the dictionary describes: Whole System of existence, forces, and events of the physical world that is not controlled by human beings. Nabil: That does not say a thing about Classical Music. Farah: Uh, okay. Sound is on of the particles of nature. The sounds that the birds, waves and the water valleys make are all closer to Classical Music than to that of Hip Hop. Because of the plethora of sounds and VOICES which are mixed together in Hip Hop makes it less natural. Nabil: Yes, but Hip Hop is more influencial. When you are dancing to it, it moves you like you are in ecstatic way. Farah: laughs, you just made me grin immensely Nabil. What makes the dancer rapturously euphoric is not the music alone but the voluptuous women he is attempting to lure into his world- this is obviously an enjoyment induced by potential physical delight. But if you appreciate Classical Music you can be mystically transformed into another world. You go into an atmosphere of the seventh heaven and that must be gratifying experience. Ali: But in classical music many people don’t experience it but in Hip Hop masses thrush upon clubs in London and get their share of delight; surely this must count to something? Farah: The dear fellow, the measure of refinement is not what number of men and women experience in it but merely the intrinsic value it has. You will surely agree with me that studying Maths at University level as you have done is painfully difficult in comparison to Marketing degree my friend here holds. We have ever increasing Marketing students but a fewer Maths readers at University level. Surely, you would say that Maths is inferior to Marketing degree? Ali: Fair point. Nabil, are you convinced? Nabil: Convinced about what? You must be kidding man, this guy is employing Sophistry this obviously stands him in a better line than I when it comes to arguing this issue through. But I know that I am right though I can not but my theory in a coherent and rational way. Farah: (laughs with cheesy grin) uuh, and they say Somalis who were brought up in this country are good with discourse. Taasna Ha ideyso!. Dhamaad Comments: Thank you very much indeed if you have read the play, I would now appreciate if you let me know your thoughts on this matter. Ever Sincerely Sophist the Nomad.

Salamu alaikum Dhalinyaro aad ayaan ugu faraxsa nahay in dib loo soo forey forumkan. Aad ayaan ugu xiisney. Sophist

FirstLady, Any self-respecting young lady with intellectual curiosity have read Sophie’s world- though after reading that they become haughty and they think have drunk the whole barrel of which they indeed had tasted with inedequate longetivity. Ogun I carry the nick Sophist because friends at University had nicknamed me such despicable nick but then again you carry Ogun as a nick!!!!. “On neitzche's philosophy this illustrates the pitfalls of philosophy, his main contention is that the more humanity learns about it's condition both in the field of science and in the politico-moral realm the less there is this respect awe and appreciation of the higher entity that use to govern all these things.” Nay my friend for he never said such dim-witted remark. Philosophy has its pitfalls juts like anything that is not heavenly, to go your own way and generalise such thing then I must say it is lackadaisical to say the least. The subject is polymathic and wide-ranging and to pigeonhole such a vast subject is not scholarly. Anyhow, Nietzsche’s view on the subject of God being dead was not as it written and I thought I have dealt with the issue yesterday!!!!. Thus Spake The old Nomad.

Salamu Alaikum, Salamu Alaikum to you all. Baashi, Thanks for the emaciated scrutiny; I do appreciate it. I have intentionally changed the characters; as you will learn later I don’t write like conventional contemporary wrters. My writing is influenced by the likes of Nietzsche, James Joyce and also Kahlil Gibran. If you have haven’t read those chaps then you will find my writing quite archaic. The language changes because the characters are two different people with varying educational background; consequently the dialogue with is different- one will be poetic and Edwardian age the other more hip and contemporary. Loyan No I am not Kheyr Life without celestial influence is avoidance of greater things and at short will; heart-rending end will come to it. To be meaning to really feel you Being is not like living. Being is to feel the essence of your soul. The story is not written o be easy, it is a reflection of deep and profound things that goes on the Human psyche. Anything that is dealing with human-beings is difficult and laborious. Sophist is an adjective. In the ancient Greece there lived men with great oratorical ability, with their tongues they changed the ideas of men they encountered. These men mainly were not interested in truth but were quite fond of winning arguments- the method they employed was sophistry and they were called Sophists. Farah Waryaa duqa, what can I say! To be and Not to be that is puzzle!. Thus Spake the Old Nomad

Ogun, I have to come back on one point; Nietzsche said God is Dead. Granted he had said that, but what was the meaning behind this turgid remark. Let me offer my little knowledge on this particular philosopher- Nietzsche. Just like any other social commentator when reading their works one needs to understand the background of the writer and more importantly in what period he was writing- like what year, under what circumstances. Nietzsche, first wrote this pompously dreary sentence in 1887 in famous book Gay Science (Gay meaning happy- the Science of happiness). In this period Christianity had been done away with. He came after the “enlightenment”. Okay on this back-drop two explanation are offered by scholars who studied thoroughly Nietzsche (I have indeed read most of his work from Thus Spake Zarathustra to Beyond Good and Evil; but I am no scholar). One is that Christianity had become irrelevant. And this Nietzsche makes clear in his other book the Anti-christ “The Christian conception of God... is one of the most corrupt conceptions of God arrived at on earth..." this clearly shows that what he was talking about was not the actual death of God but in fact the Conceptualisation of God in Christian thought. More convincing explanation is the period Nietzsche lived in Europe Religion had become extraneous. Intellectuals emerged with disdain towards religion for they found Christianity- the religion of the Europeans- to be null and void. This had become the driving force of the period, consequently the people left the religion. Here is where Nietzsche comes. After studying the society he lived in and seeing that religion did not play role in their life he says “Whither is God, I shall tell you. We have killed him - you and I. All of us are murderers.... God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him... This clarifies his indignant outburst. Nietzsche is a complex philosopher but he is by far the most interesting and easy to read German Philosophers. I hope I have contributed well. Thus Spake the Old Nomad Sophist

Salamu Alaikum, Thanks for starting such a potential mind-stimulating topic. Philosophy- Philo meaning love and Sophia wisdom is an enquiring subject that engages the mind. The mind however, is a limited in its scope so as the argument goes with the limitation of the mind a divine guidance needs to be employed as far as metaphysics is concerned. Many amateurs with a little philosophical breadth have tried swim through perilous waters of Philosophy with disastrous result. How many times have I gazed upon subjects dealing with issues that with the outer shell looks like philosophy but a close scrutiny shows its blasphemous nature? This had been caused because some amateurs upon coming across the subject with its both potential stimulus and hazardous jumped through the circling machine to come out of the other side being altered intellectually. For this reason; from next Week insha Allah, I will endeavour to post articles about the history of Islamic Philosophy and the biographies of learned Muslim philosophers. I shall start with Al-Kindi Thus spake The old Nomad Sophist

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Many of the black people who are involved in the gun culture don't listen to punk or rock but indeed they feast upon rap and other music that is hip our days. Though the issue is more deeper than that but the argument is dressed with an attractive attire it will hold water- though it can be argued that Hollywood Movies glomorise guns and violence in general more than Rappers themselves: actually who pays these guys! who owns the big recording companies? Social and economic empoverishment is etiology of this problem! most middle and upper classes experiance seldom the vice that gun "culture" brings! they care less about anything that is not affecting them. Thus spake Nodad Sophist

Halkaan ayaan ka sii wadi: ----------- After traditional greetings, the merchant was invited to have tea. During the tea drinking session, he started asking questions about the daily happenings of this traditional fisher. The fisherman told him his usual daily schedule concluding it with a happy smile; the merchant too joined him with smile that showed his glistening teeth but continued to say in the arrogant way that is habitual to the most faithful capitalists; I tell you more efficient way to feed your family. The old man ears popped out with prospect that he will have more fish without spending more time at sea. Do tell my honourable guest said he. Okay here is the deal; I will lend you some money so you can buy bigger boat with modern utilities so it will enable you to get more fish in your basket. Also you can work a bit harder. Why asked the old man. Oh if you but more hours into it then you will have a surplus that you can sell and the money will be good for investment. You can buy shares in Blue Chip companies. The old man was knocked for six, he was wondering why does he need to do all this; so he asked why do I need to go through all this trouble. When you retire you can spend more time with your family said the merchant. Wow said the old man. But can’t you see I am doing that already; I mean I am spending time with my family and friends without going all these trouble!. The exaggerated happiness that this story depicts, the passionate gesture that accompanied it, the mad melodramatic words made Nalaye severely mystified; surely this merchant guy’s story made sense economic-wise reasoned quietly to him-self. He thought this man has subterranean troubles that begs a professional help is required not his amateur skills in listening. Fahiye noticed the uneasiness of his friend but couldn’t understand for he made the story very simple, consequently he carried-on. You see ill-natured and peevish people can never see the true picture of life. And to have a glimpse of it and then a moving clouds clothed is the most laborious experience any patient person can go through. You see from Seven pm this evening, I had been tormented by a singular feeling of despondency. All of a sudden, I had started to feel that everyone was abandoning me, steering clear of me, solitary fellow I had become. Of course you may well ask who is this “every one”,. Uuh, a good question that is cried Nalaye. Yes, but everyone means anyone whom I am intricately close to answered Fahiye. And by that there are many. As fine young man you must have numerous individuals that are profoundly fond of you said Nalaye with his chin up in the air like a soldier who was just been given a medal of honour for some act of bravery he had shown in front line. Uuh but to be fond of is a flattering sentiment; but to have an affection some particular person is another ball game. It is climbing a mountain as a first timer without the right supervision. Have you ever done mountain climbing? Timorously Nalaye answered no and continued, you see you are being clever here, I sat down with you here this evening to listen and perhaps offer advice but you have made me doubt about my life style. A life style I have worked hard for. To doubt is to start thinking and to think is the starting point of being free answered Fahiye with surprise affect. Nalaye started to speak with quavery tone and decided that it was right time to leave the park. It is cold, we shall make a move; would you like to come and have a tea so we can finish our fascinating conversation said Nalaye. Uuh that elusive word; to be fascinated is to appreciate the object of fascination my friend said Fahiye. Suddenly he stood up with frightening expression on his face but was pinned in thought. Today has been a dreary and cold-sodden day, without a ray of hope, like my approaching empty days. Such outlandish ideas coerce me, such dark sensations, such vague prospects seething my weary brain- and for some strange reason I have no strength or desire to resolve them. It is beyond me to make a sense of it all. All I can seem to do is weep over my woe, anguish and despair had become my companions. Abruptly, Fahiye started walking with haste, quickening his base He said to Nalaye, Fair well my friend, thanks for listening. Nalaye, was absent-minded for the last minute or so, suddenly he was awakened from his deep pondering from a dog barking far end of the park. After the realisation that Fahiye had long left him, he decided not to pursue this un-merry situation. Fahiye vanished into the wilderness singing about his cheery memories; memories he feared will just remain to be so. His joyous imposition came to halt. Roses of the spring, my tears shall never continue to deplore; I shall let them out like the forceful flood that overtakes a feeble canal cried Fahiye. I shall conquer or perish….. Going to bed was the hardest thing a man engulfed with oodles of emotional thoughts can endure. His encounter with the strange but eccentrically sweet man was ever vivid in his memory; recalling every singular word uttered by his debonair friend. A man who saw the light momentarily but found himself in twilight; not wholly dark and not complete luminosity. He needs to be saved for the sake of sanctity of love; but what vice had caused his forlorn? Asked Nalaye him-self............ -------- I shall come back to it later. Thus Spake Nomad Sophist Sophist

Being and Nothingness- A True tale of Travesty: what an Irony To love is to get romantically involved with your soul- meaning being indulged intensely with the purity of your life. In this tale we have a young man who without his lover becomes nothing. All life ceases to exist. His being depends upon another and reality becomes mirrored with dreams that are product of his love. To feel her presence assures his being but to be away he finds himself in oblivion.--- AND THEY SAY ROMANTIC SOMALI MEN NEVER LIVED. There is another character that is direct opposite to the main character- Fahiye. The narrator firstly introduces himself as the second character but later the dialogue changes and the burlesque changes to three main ones: you shall see it as the story develops. ------------------------------ For the last four weeks I have started jogging- an activity that bores me to death but the after effect is immeasurably amenable; thus I endure the exertion. But this particular night for it has been painfully cold I thought instead of jogging why not take a bike; so I have borrowed my roommate’s tandem. After two minutes with excruciatingly sore falls I came upon my favourite park, which I normally exercise at every Sunday and Monday nights. As I was cycling I saw a figure that looked Somali (this part of London the parks are poorly lit- and yes I can identify a Somali from miles away; obviously the teenagers who walk limply are excluded here for I mistake them for Jamaicans) so as perfect Somali chap I waved but the young man waved back with difficulty. Carried on about 20 minutes when I decided that I am not good at this cycling business and thought perhaps it is time to head back to my flat to read that conscientiously intricate written book Ulysses (this book goes out its way to scare its potential readers with plots that anyone at first finds complicated and sprawling to say the least never the less the book is a stimulating read) by James Joyce -the best ever writer Ireland had ever produced. After while, I came across the same guy sitting at the ground with his head buried under his woeful arms. A sense of compassion came across me and felt I was obliged to inquire whether I could be any assistance. Got off the bike and sat next to him and all over the sudden the young man was reduced to tears. He sobbed like a young teenager who had just lost his valuable friend (fat chance of this happening to a Somali guy some may say). I offered to help him ease his pain. But still his identity was unknown to me. He recollected himself and his head surfaced and to my thorough flummox this was not other than a young man who I have the pleasure knowing. He is level headed, spirited, charming and to some conceitedly haughty- the last tenet should be a great deterrent for him to be seen in such compromising situation. We all have soft spots but some are clever enough to hide it deeply---- though it takes another bright person to unveil such a secret. Here was a man of his mid twenties, educated, well mannered and exceedingly respected amongst his peers crying his lungs out for something some of us will find it trivial. But triviality is a subjective issue -at least when it comes to carrying; what is worth carrying over. Anyhow, let me not derail from my objective. I said what happened to you Fahiye? Is your family okay? My family is not Okay he replied. Uum I am sorry I blurted carrying- on All shall perish from the face of earth;" Kulu Nafsin Daa Iqatul Mawt"; be strong and may Allah reward you for your strength. You know it is said that to accept lost is to appreciate fate! I continued. To accept lost is to feel failure he retorted. Then it dawned on me. This man is not talking about losing his Family with the capital F but perhaps his other half. Tell me I said; what has brought you in this gloomy park? I came here to flee from the painful reality of life. I have been living the past 16 months in a cosmos dominated by starry heavens with dazzling varied colours. Every night sleeping under a colour which perfectly suited my mood. And tonight here I am sitting under ominously coloured one. The beauty of his words and profound meaning it carries overwhelmed me greatly to the extent that I haplessly tried to find words to express my astonishment. Soundlessly I mouthed Wow! I decided to speak to him in this coded language for his sorrowful soul had transformed to a poetic don. Did you live this “cosmos” alone or you have a companion who you had shared the enjoyable scenery that you have marvellously described? This was a question I sheepishly asked for I had a grand suspicion he was not alone. By God you are not listening he carried! He reflected for a moment. His life came as flash before him. Unlike you Nalaye my ultimate ambition was to feel the greatest feeling any man can experience in this life carried Fahiye. Surprised with such statement but not wholly fathomed meaning he retorted; What do you mean, all men want to be happy. I worked hard in my life to be where I am. Nalaye boasted about his financial independence and strong character that Nietzsche would applause but was curious to hear the deep-seated meaning that lied behind Fahiye’s pronounced remark so he cleverly thought to extract the answer. Tell me what is the greatest feeling in life for you said Nalaye. To feel is great but to BE is the most wonderful conscious state Man can ever attain was the reply that came through the over-dried lips of Fahiye. Being read Philosopher part of his studies Nalaye could appreciate the beauty of Fahiye’s retort but was left puzzlement. Fahiye was insentient with the bewilderment of his fellow and continued; in life we become the freight of our lives merely acting to the stipulated needs but to set free of these mechanised is the attainment of real glee; happiness becomes just another word not something to seek. That moment Nalaye tried to decipher the allusion which Fahiye had given him but to no avail. Are you saying that the real life is something that we are all prisoners of enquired Nalaye! What is real? Was the question that came from Fahiye. You know real stuff like us sitting here, you upset about something; UPSET is not what to describe myself. Is it I; or you my friend had become paltry in your linguistic ability rejoined Fahiye. Pardon me for I am not as poetic as you my friend. But you do understand what I mean to say without you being pedantic!. Precision had never been one of my strong points but I will try to be from now on; but my friend do tell me what exactly is bothering you? Life is avoidance of greater thhings; to appreciate this premise one needs to stand back from reality and reflect from afar. To care free from the world is to taste the sweetness that life brings. To feel is great but to BE is the true attainment of happiness. In this big wide world man sees himself imperfect (1) insufficient this leads to work extremely hard to the point that man feels tired, aged and most of all inept in his appreciation of life. Nalaye was surprised to hear all the brooding thoughts that is being shared; the only words he could manage was “continue”. Fahiye was in deep exercise review of his mind and suddenly asked Nalaye tell me what is your ambition? Nalaye took about a minute to respond but Fahiye this seemed hours at last he said promise me not to laugh; Fahiye nodded agreeing. My ultimate ambition is to make millions by the time I am thirty and then run for Parliamentary seat for the Labour party; not quite farfetched is it? And also it is not far-removed from your ambition. Nalaye knew Fahiye to be an ambitious man who was striving to be similar to attain similar goals like him. What seemed a smile came to his face he said unlike you my ultimate ambition was and still remains to be breaking of the Newtonian inertia, which all of us are trapped in. That is what drives me. Nalaye was confused with this statement. He felt either this chap is out of fuel (mad) or language had altered vastly that he is left behind. Elucidate cried Nalaye. To explicate is reduce the meaning of what I have said but allow me to make is more comprehendible. I will tell you an story about Capitalism. Couple years ago when globalisation was the habitual mantra that oozed in every social theorist mouth a man who the capitalist call entrepreneur but I call merchant went to a village located in the far end of Africa. In this village there lived a man who had a little old boat who he inherited from his father. This man wakes up early in the morning and goes fishing. He finished his days work around noon catches all needs for the day. the rest of the day is spent with family and friends. In the evening he goes to the local tree where all the traditional stories are told and men exchange veneration remarks that links this community in a close nit. That is how he had been living. The merchant with his capitalistic view of economics which only considers profit over everything else goes to the man. After traditional greetings....... ----------- (1 (1) Man here is meant Human beings general. In Modern times males feel inadequate because conditions imposed upon his life had made him limitedly insufficient in his conscious in every aspect of modern life- apart from washing the cars (if the family is wealthy enough to have to carS) and this creates untold unhappiness in Man’s psyche- this will have enormous ills that are off-shoots of his thinking. What Fahiye is saying ultimately to feel inequate means to live life in limited way. The only way man (human being) can be truly free to attain the glee Fahiye is talking about. OUT OF TIME, later my fellow readers. Thus spake Nomad Sophist

Dancing to the tune of the Somali songs is something I shall never cease to appreciate! But to dance in front of many would be folly- potential political chaps shan’t entertain such endeavour-!/. Shaqsi! Well written piece, mouth watering I must add. Shaqsi Wiilka Sophist Drwho!! Cheers

London Lad And there comes the hurricane! As Churchill said He who rides a tiger fears to dismount!. Falaari Gilgilasho kaagama harto!. London Lad, my dear old Univ mate — The Godless College of Gower Street - I am sure you were the young man who allured all the she nomads that night. An Old man like I shall never swims through murky waters, youth is an age that I envy greatly for it affords greatly to my pleasurable shenanigans- another dichotomy-!. Thus Spake the Old Nomad!.

Barwaaqo Walaashiis, Yacquub and other attendees will be written about by our illuminatingly charming chap Jamal11.

Timely Wedding- A tale of tapestry (Hilton Hotel, London) The Persons of the Play Jamal11 Barwaaqo Sophist Amina London Lad Sujuwi Jabarti Mob_Deep and Leamante ‘A reviewer is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beauty’ As I came in, I have noticed that the Hall was filled with rich odour of roses, and when the light winter wind stirred amidst the guests, there came through the open doors heavy scent of lilac and more over-perfumed guests. The guests poured like water in a cannel into the Hall where the wedding ceremony was taking place. Men dressed moderately and ladies with their ostentatious Diracyo along with enormously gigantic pieces of gold that gleamed against the awfully lighten walls. This was not a normal wedding. Normality is the prosaic activity of the commoners. This ceremony had an air of distinction many of our invitees would envy greatly. The sophistication of the guests, the splendour of the venue and the atmosphere was something that was crispy and deliciously mouth-dropping. The groom was serene with sense of tranquillity that shone from his well oiled cheeks (My fellow I hope you don’t mind the description). He seemed as a young prince marching through luscious green fields to find a new life which he had longed for eternity….. As any event there are some who spoil it for the other well turn out majority. In this happy occasion Some of the guests dressed as though they were going shopping to a Sunday Market (For those American readers; this is a market place where everything is ridiculously cheap- like Who dies merchandises ‘hoodheyd’). It was simply careless of them to show up in such hideous garments which embarrassed them when they arrived at the venue for they stayed outside the Hall and chatted sheepishly about tediously bore subjects like Football and Soaps on the British Television. I noticed some familiar faces and rushed towards one of my close friends who I had not seen for a while. After the emotional diatribe, we sat down and have Mango juice- one of the best mango juices I had ever tasted. Being single and actively searching a lady to emotionally pre-occupy him; my friend started scanning the room with his ayes wide open. Apparently, weddings had become hap for blossoming potential courtships; to some this is where they get their next victim. Males preying over seemingly innocent young ladies who for first they offer a hand of friendship. The lady accepts (if she finds the chap appealing) hoping this may blossom to something picturesque--- generalisations are the best way to avoid trouble--. Suddenly my friend’s eyes came out of their sockets; a joyful smile came upon his mouth. Wait here he whispered and run off to have a chat with the most immaculately dressed lady in the whole. Good luck I whispered smiled to my self; some chaps never cease to amaze me. As I was wondering to what happened to some of the guests who promised to be here; I saw Jamal11. Jamal is man of unruffled personality. I took the trouble to go to the table he was sitting, hi there Jamal; you are terribly late, I noted. Smiled with his glistening teeth dominating to his relatively small face; I must apologise for I have been working. Please do excuse you about my attire, I just came straight from work, he carried!. He was dressed with M&S Suite with shirt that was fitting to his persona- cool and check. I believe you have met these lovely people- he pointed to three girls and four boys who were sitting with him at the table. Some of them had a familiar faces but I was not introduced to them formally; consequently, I said I believe we haven’t been introduced to each other!. This is Sophist, and these are (quite curiously he started from Barwaaqo who was sitting at the far end). Barqaaqo, Sijuwi, Amina, Shaqsi, London lad, Jabarti. Hello there all. She (you just have to guess- THIS LADY WRITES HERE) was dressed with Dirac that my mother would probably say is From Djabouti. She had pure and unadulterated smile than any lady would be gravely envious. She was calm and cheerful for she smiled to some of my half-witted jokes. Anyone who laughs at my jokes is extremely cheerful- to some my jokes are stirringly banal (notice the dichotomy) and to the majority find it curiously obscure. Her hair was quite short for my liking but there is exquisite sheen to it. So you are the ‘Famous’ Sophist, she uttered with a cheeky smile? Famous is not a word I would employ my lady, but yes I am that poor soul who calls himself Sophist- and it is not short for Sophisticated. Uuuh why do you assume that I am not familiar with the word she asked laughingly with an air of confidence. Assumption is the result of wondering mind. I retorted, continuing; it is banal not to assume things; wouldn’t you say my dear?. Very clever attempt to avoid answering my pressing question! Well done she rejoined. What a haughty lady I said to myself quietly. At this time I thought; perhaps it is not good introduction to have a pseudo-philosophical discourse with people you have just met- come off it mate you are not in the Forum said me! The grown up females danced in the Somalia Jamal 11- take from here my fellow! Struck by the civility of many people of whom I had the pleasure (some with erratic results I must add) of reading their posts here in this very forum. The pictures that were etched into my mind were so bodacious that I felt the need to put the usernames into their persona.

Salamu ALaikum, Engulfed with intense emotion, i am reduced to just keep back and see how this drama ends.

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