we are the opposites it seems like. I hear stories from my father who was a teen during the war. every morning his alarm was gunfire yeah?I was 4 years old in 1993, my earliest memory is basically flashes of gun shots, famine and watching thousands of civilians fleeing in droves with the their luggages on their heads.
I probably have PTSD from the civil war and you guys wonder why I am a Qabyaaliste and dont like reer USC.
I mean I love my people sure, but I wouldn't say I am really proud of them.we are the opposites it seems like. I hear stories from my father who was a teen during the war. every morning his alarm was gunfire yeah?
Proud of my fearless people
Of course. But I mean that I am proud of my people who didn't let whites run us over like the madows putting their hands up in surrender.I mean I love my people sure, but I wouldn't say I am really proud of them.
After all, how can you be proud of people who kill their own?