I'm torn between my Somali patriotism and my liberalism. Like any good warmonger, I wanna see us reclaim our territorial losses to Ethiopia and Kenya, and eventually build up our industrial base so that we become a regional super power. It makes me sob uncontrollably when I consider how many big breasted West African sweeties have not been made concubines by us. Every Somali youngster should have ten to fifteen playmates to service his vertical manhood from the age of sixteen. All the aggression in them would be spent. Our energies would be directed in productive channels. We would be conquerers, explorers, settlers.
But how can I support Somali Wayn when I can't hunt for a drink when I'm thirsty? All the famous pubs of Xamar are closed. They had great names. The Libaax Tavern is shuttered. The Geelsanka Taabtey inn is no longer doing roaring business. And the Timo Madow bar has not reopened to the public since the owner was busted for blackmailing customers with exposure to their pious awoowas.
These places were where the old colonels used to meet to strategise and plot their next battle move. All this history is gone. Decimated by the Wahhabi fitna. Now when you see a guy stumbling out of a club at 2 am in the morning you know its because he's been thrown out on his ass than because of the pleasant ambulatory difficulties that follow imbibing one too many shots.
That's why a part of me hopes Somalia remains a failed state. I want to retire in east Africa, preferably in a Somali enclave in Kenya or Ethiopia where I can still repair to a watering hole after a long day's work and shoot the breeze with skimpily dressed xalimos with no extremism in their hearts and even less clothes. Why should I want the power of the fake wadaads to extend beyond the borders of Somalia? We were Muslims for a thousand years, but we also knew that when you're thirsty, you're thirsty.
But how can I support Somali Wayn when I can't hunt for a drink when I'm thirsty? All the famous pubs of Xamar are closed. They had great names. The Libaax Tavern is shuttered. The Geelsanka Taabtey inn is no longer doing roaring business. And the Timo Madow bar has not reopened to the public since the owner was busted for blackmailing customers with exposure to their pious awoowas.
These places were where the old colonels used to meet to strategise and plot their next battle move. All this history is gone. Decimated by the Wahhabi fitna. Now when you see a guy stumbling out of a club at 2 am in the morning you know its because he's been thrown out on his ass than because of the pleasant ambulatory difficulties that follow imbibing one too many shots.
That's why a part of me hopes Somalia remains a failed state. I want to retire in east Africa, preferably in a Somali enclave in Kenya or Ethiopia where I can still repair to a watering hole after a long day's work and shoot the breeze with skimpily dressed xalimos with no extremism in their hearts and even less clothes. Why should I want the power of the fake wadaads to extend beyond the borders of Somalia? We were Muslims for a thousand years, but we also knew that when you're thirsty, you're thirsty.