The Crocodile Tears Of Silanyo Regime
Dear reader, I am two souls in one body. One must come out, so the other must be disembodied. I am determined to remove myself from the feelings of hopelessness and despair. This feeling is a temporary disease infected to me by the political hiccups of Mr. Silanyo. In this present regime of Mr.Silanyo, people always have an intuition that all things will fall and will crumble into pieces, at any day any time . A vivid imagination of a future shock and the feeling of being unnoticed and forgotten into oblivion are often occupying the mind of everybody. That is why I am seeking ways to innovate and create a pass word, to get out of this messy days. Our destiny and career is on the bridge to nowhere. Sometimes, when all the bad stuff gets into your way, it is the opportunity that you can prove who you are, to test your fabric, your tissue, your intelligence and what kind of stuff you are made of. If you are not that much strong, brave and determined with a stout courage, that may make you morally down and depressed. But we have to remember that there is always a positive side to every embarrassing and difficult situation. Poets and Artist like Professor Hadrawe and Abwan Gariye the great, are especially good resources of feeding you with the silver lines, and golden verses that can heal our bruises and wounds. Brainwashes us from the disgusting remarks of threat and intimidations of our own Nazi minister of propaganda, Mr. Joseph Goebbles. Because a poet is a musician who can’t sing. But words have to find a man’s mind before they can touch his heart, and some men’s mind like our own Minister of propaganda has woeful small hearts. But anyway, music touches their hearts directly, no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man is. Then the pen writes and acts as a window for relief, and assume it as a pain killer to overcome the heavy burden of anxiety and depression. Whether it is about yourself, a friend, or a political point of view, or life in general. The impressive heavy gravity and defeating power of the above poets and their tip – guides, can help you learn more about life diversity; and inspires you to find the solution of the puzzle of life channels. Heals your wounds by empowering you with their magic power, and natural herbs for medication. Teaches you how to open fresh eyes that faces that terrible tragedy which the hard days lay out, and enables you to challenge with esteem and courage. ( Dalka Waan Aqana Bahal Iga Da Weynoo Dad Cuni Ma Jooge, Ma Dide Hargoolo, iga Daa Durbaanada Iyo Dasada Madhan. ) Those two pioneers with the heavy grey hair’s slogans and silver verses, are my ebony tree that I use it as a shelter against my days of doom and gloom.
I learned many fruitful saga from them; more than I had learned from the school books. During any epoch marked by a horrible notable event. I use their verses of wisdom as a means and tools to heal my wounds, and softens my headache and stomach pain. No matter what strife and painful tragedy I may encounter with, and how much stressful life may shift into those depressing twist and turns in my life span. Their empowering poetry verses whispers into my ears, by saying. ” If you become resilient and obstinate. Light always shines brighter in the darkest tunnels, at the final round. No matter how sappy and miserable life may act. That Gives us the guts and courage, Just to ignore and toss the sadness. Then lately, at the end of the marathon, we open our eyes while indulging in an awesome and beautiful life dreams. Hearing my wife singing sweet positive lullaby songs, hoping her child will sleep well with the expectation of a better coming tomorrow. Hence, in the morning walking down the busy streets of Hargeisa while she is hearing some melodious voices, and sweet music from guitars that were strung and tuned with a high and low, sweet and satisfying pitch. Dear reader, nowadays the TV anchors, Newspapers Editors and reporters are criminalized. They are in constant fear for their lives and targeted simply because for briefing the public with the political dish of the day. Our own Minister of propaganda, Mr. Joseph Goebbles, we know that you can target any analyst and any anchor, anywhere at anytime. While you sitting at your desk and you certainly had the authorities to wiretap anyone, starting from your office boy, up to the UFO Mujahideen members and even the judge of the Supreme Court. You always dismiss your wrong doing actions to prove your sincerity and loyalty to our big brother. But the people you have hurt along the way, do not dismiss what you have said or done. Every action and every word carries a consequence. That is why me, as the writer of this article, I pray every morning not to be your target and I ask for the grace of God to be more mindful not to upset your instincts and mood. Because I have a bad temper like you do. Mr. Joseph, during my preparation as a School teacher, I studied Child Development. My psychology study teacher told me, that some toxic parents compare one sibling unfortunately with another to make that targeted child to feel that he is not doing well enough to gain the parental affection. This motivates that child to do whatever his parents wants him to do, in order to regain their favor. This divide – and conquer techniques is often unleashed against children who become a little independent, and that threatens the balance of the family system. That is how our uncle Tom has spoiled you, and you are willing to prove your love towards him. That is why you say what you want and do what you want; acting as the black sheep of the family. Dear reader, our Minister of propaganda says that there is no point in seeking the intellectuals of the nation to be convinced and converted into Yes – men.
As far as the laymen on the street is an easy target. So that my argument must be crude, clear and forcible, and appeal to my emotions and instincts. Truth is unimportant and entirely subordinate to the tactics of the psychological warfare. Mr. Joseph believes that a lie told once remains a lie, but a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth. If you tell the same lie enough times; and the bigger the lie, the better. Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident that they are acting on their own – free will. Propaganda must facilitate the displacement of aggression by specifying the targets for hatred, like the Chairman of the Wadani Party Mr. Abdirahman Abdillahi. Propaganda is the gun, words are the bullets and honest people are the target. Obstacles are those painful truths that you see when you take your eyes off your goals; and you run only after your opponents to stain their reputations. Mr. Joseph, insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and you expect different results. You can’t solve your problems with the same thinking you used, when you created them. Mr. Joseph, please remember! Education is what remains after one has forgotten what he has learned in school. Look deep at the people surrounding you, and read their faces and hearts; then you will understand everything better. The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has it’s limits. Peace can’t be kept by force, at the gun point and imprisonment; but it can only be achieved by understanding each other. Live as if you were to die tomorrow, learn as if you were to live forever. Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters can’t be trusted with important matters. Mr. Joseph, in politics, merit is rewarded to a politician who specifies and identifies his target before he pulls the trigger. Picks the target, freezes it and polarizes it.
Dear reader, It needs no saying that once or twice every year the Silanyo Regime invites hundreds of Diaspora from overseas in the country, and spends thousands of dollars in their entertainment and reception without including a single one of the UFO group, or the SNM freedom fighters. The only member of the UFO group who attended the ceremony on 20th Feb instant was Mr. Mohamed Basha and he was arrested for expressing his point of view, concerning the Sale – Auction of our own Harbour Port. Mr. Joseph, there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so. If at all there is a single smile of love in your heart, please give it to your innocent hostage, Mr. Mohamed Basha. More disgusting, there is no a single person among those yearly invited Diaspora who had contributed the least effort in that long and fatiguing struggle that we went through, in our days of doom and gloom.
Dear reader, a fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise knows himself to be a fool. Ignorance is the curse of God; knowledge is the wing where with, we fly to heaven. The course of true love never did run smooth. Mr. Silanyo, It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. Above that, Mr. Silanyo never appointed in his cabinet any of the above mentioned groups, with the exception of Mr. M. White who has been fired after few months, due to his rejection to be a House – Slave. Mr.Silanyo, Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun don’t move, doubt that the truth to be a lie, but never doubt the love of a holy warrior. It is a disobedience to God.
Dear reader, the nomination of 20th Feb as a Remembrance Day and promising to erect a commemorate monument and Statue of Liberty for those notable persons in front of Hargeisa Court House as an enduring symbol for the UFO group’s sacrifice for freedom and liberty of this poor and misled nation, is nothing but a lip – service and the crocodile – tears. If at all he is serious about what he is saying; let him send a simple note of thanks to them as a token of love. If not, please leave them alone to finish the rest of their life in their Refugee Status, sitting hand in chin and living from hand to mouth.
The deceased Gariye the Great said:
Iska Dhimo Af Mahee, Ifkaan Kaaga Bahnahay, Inyar Oo Aqoonsiya, Askeyga Laga Jaro, Marka iilka Lay Dhigo.
Mr. Silanyo, their mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style, like what your alien Top – Aides do.
Mr. Silanyo, if we lose love and self respect for each other, this is how you finally die.
Please try to be a rainbow in somebody’s cloud.
Your Side Of The Road Is Always Dusty.