I was a little boy ...I remember it like yesterday ...I was playing in the sand ..wrestling ...I use to wear no shoes...I wore dirty clothes...I never brushed my teeth, didn't even know the purpose of it ...never had a burger..just use to eat bariis and pasta...on the day I realized things were not normal was when a big explosion happened , something I've never heard of ..we ran home ..I saw my parents and uncles huddled around a radio and their faces showed some worry ..few days later I saw people out in the open like the Egyptian revolution on the Main Street close to our home ..so all a sudden a jeep full of menacing red barret soldiers would go by in a 90 miles speed and people would run ...next thing I knew was that the filthy rich Daarood family next door ( rich through absolute corruption) was packing up and they had special forces on guard as they packed up ..
The next day I woke up to ragtag Maxawiis wearing rude boys with AK 47 and RPGS leaning against our houses in a defensive posture ...they wore their Macawiis up , their legs wre exposed up to th le their thighs ....they were shooting at this government building where the Daaroods and gov families gathered to be protected by tanks and crazy hardware..thru rain fown artillery towards us civilians bc now the rebels wre indistinguishable
I will not forgive those who traumatized me ..even 6 years into Coming to North America I epyld scream in my sleep cause I was seeing the faces of the dead on the street..
Wat is real ..