Mudug-Madman
Gaalkacyo Gangster
I wonder what it could be that causes this nowadays? I always assumed it was genetic. Most of them are young, I'd like to see more pictures of 30 and 40 year olds.
Great pictures.
I wonder what it could be that causes this nowadays? I always assumed it was genetic. Most of them are young, I'd like to see more pictures of 30 and 40 year olds.
And none of them are OVER WEIGHT
Do you think men chewing chad has done this made them have big bellies and futos and bidaars?
And stressBaldness is a product of lifestyle.
Majeerteen - Royal House of Uthman - Picture taken in Alula the seat of the King.
Traditional elders in Mudug
Who's not real? Boqor Osman?Masha Allah
Some people will say he is not real lmao.
May have been great at one point in history but fallen from grace like the rest of somalis today.I saying the haters are going to come and deny our greatness of our ancestors. They were just doing it in another thread lol.
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Our people are beautiful
Ok nice to hear, I guessI know the photos were in black white and white by are these guys so madow .
This is your typical Darood from 100+ years ago. The Sultans of Somaliland mashallah. His kingdom was truly the one greatest and the only sultanate to rule over sanaag, togdheer, and Waqooyi Galbeed.
Inb4 we wuz kings, Darood calcaal.
AFRICAN GLADIATORS: A WONDERFUL SOMALI WAR DANCE
One of the most striking dances in the Somali repertoire, called the "Bororoma-Boromsi" dance. Surrounded by an ever-restless chanting chorus of spearmen, the two combatants — one attacking fiercely with cutlass, the other defending desperately with his small Somali shield — seem to be in grim and deadly earnest, and none would believe them to be at play
THE LAST SCENE: THE DUSKY VISITOR APPEALS TO CÆSAR
The defender sinks to the ground and abjectly craves mercy, while the chorus, dancing more madly, chant "Boromsi Boromsa." The conqueror pins his victim and prepares to give the final blow but, like an ancient gladiator, turns to the spectators to ask the beaten one's fate