The habaryar across the street and me are good friends. I have figured the Somali system out. I help all the habaryar and uncles out, help them with paperwork, get their groceries in this corona crisis and if their computers don't work, they call for me. I go to the Mosque and lead prayers and teach their kids Qur'an and Arabic.
Guess what? i'm a top Chad in this Somali social reputation system. I get marriage offers daily, as if i was some kind of prince.
I'm conversationally dexterous. I can talk to anyone from the reformed fiends to the miskeens. The nicest ones were always more balanced yet miskeen. The other ones which didn't match that criteria put less of themselves on the line. I read energy quite well and you could sort of tell a hint of jadedness was there which was a mismatch for my optimism. No wonder I did this...
At least water it down for the ciyaal and lady audiences.
I don't do copy pastes. Thank you, hun.