Snet Story: Sir Luugoyo's Last Day of Freedom
Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:55 pm
The unthinkable occurred to Haji Luugoyo Diini. He was finally settling down after over 2 decades in the game. Luugoyo sat back at his favorite coffee shop in Harvard Square sipping on a coffee pondering his last day of freedom. How many hearts did he break, how many "the ones" did he let go and how was he sure that she was the "one" for him. As Luugoyo was engrossed in deep thought looking like a Black Socrates, he heard loud laughter behind him. He quickly turned around to see who it was.
"Dang, the Great Luugoyo looks perplexed.' said Cawar. "Yep, he looks like a deathrow inmate on the day of his execution." replied Abdiwahab. Sir Luugoyo was not amused at his comrades' laughter and snapped back, "Guys, stop focking with me !"
This made the dubious two laugh even harder. For far too long, Luugoyo had preached that he was going to be a player for life and that no woman could tame the Stallion of Gobwein. Alas the Stallion was tamed and was nothing more than a pony.
"Guys, I know I have said a lot of things that I did not really mean so stop busting my ballz !" he said with a frown as he lit up another Newport cigarette. Luugoyo was indeed shook and nervous as he tapped his feet and drew a long drag.
"Luugoyo, relax man. The first marriage is always the toughest but heck, after two or three it becomes easier." said Cawar. "Look at it this way, if you do fock it up, you will get the Garoob sympathy & trust me its worth it." added Abdi.
Luugoyo seemed to ease up a little and smiled. He could always count on these two since they were all students at General Daud. The terrible three were a throwback to an era when things were more simple and Somalis more friendly. Cawar was known as Mr. Smooth and could talk his way into and out of anything. Luugoyo was the brains of the outfit who devised all sorts of schemes from jacking Italian tourists at the Uruba Night Club to running a racket at the Port. Abdiwahab was the fixer and knew how to get things & people.
"Waryada, so what do you have planned to help a Farax celebrate his last evening of freedom ?" chuckled Luugoyo. "Nothing at all." said Cawar. "Your kidding ?" replied Luugoyo who seemed bewildered. "Abdi, say it ain't so ?" he continued.
"Luugoyo, like Cawar said we got nothing planned. Lately, you been acting whipped. I mean every time we ask you if you want to hang out, you say no, I am chilling with her. Plus, we would need to get Nabeela's permission !
" quipped Abdi.
Luugoyo got visibly angry. "Warya, I am Luugoyo. I make my own decisions so don't come around with that B.S. I will did what I want, when I want and who I want" he huffed.
"Well there is this thing happening tonight at Foxxy's or we could make a trip to Atlantic City but depends on how tight the leash is on." said Cawar.
"Cawar, what about the other thing ?"
"Abdi, no, that would be too much."
"Yeah, you are right seeing how domesticated Luugoyo has become."
"What thing ? What's going on ? Huh ?" replied Luugoyo whose curiosity always got the better of him.
"Dang, the Great Luugoyo looks perplexed.' said Cawar. "Yep, he looks like a deathrow inmate on the day of his execution." replied Abdiwahab. Sir Luugoyo was not amused at his comrades' laughter and snapped back, "Guys, stop focking with me !"
This made the dubious two laugh even harder. For far too long, Luugoyo had preached that he was going to be a player for life and that no woman could tame the Stallion of Gobwein. Alas the Stallion was tamed and was nothing more than a pony.
"Guys, I know I have said a lot of things that I did not really mean so stop busting my ballz !" he said with a frown as he lit up another Newport cigarette. Luugoyo was indeed shook and nervous as he tapped his feet and drew a long drag.
"Luugoyo, relax man. The first marriage is always the toughest but heck, after two or three it becomes easier." said Cawar. "Look at it this way, if you do fock it up, you will get the Garoob sympathy & trust me its worth it." added Abdi.
Luugoyo seemed to ease up a little and smiled. He could always count on these two since they were all students at General Daud. The terrible three were a throwback to an era when things were more simple and Somalis more friendly. Cawar was known as Mr. Smooth and could talk his way into and out of anything. Luugoyo was the brains of the outfit who devised all sorts of schemes from jacking Italian tourists at the Uruba Night Club to running a racket at the Port. Abdiwahab was the fixer and knew how to get things & people.
"Waryada, so what do you have planned to help a Farax celebrate his last evening of freedom ?" chuckled Luugoyo. "Nothing at all." said Cawar. "Your kidding ?" replied Luugoyo who seemed bewildered. "Abdi, say it ain't so ?" he continued.
"Luugoyo, like Cawar said we got nothing planned. Lately, you been acting whipped. I mean every time we ask you if you want to hang out, you say no, I am chilling with her. Plus, we would need to get Nabeela's permission !
" quipped Abdi.Luugoyo got visibly angry. "Warya, I am Luugoyo. I make my own decisions so don't come around with that B.S. I will did what I want, when I want and who I want" he huffed.
"Well there is this thing happening tonight at Foxxy's or we could make a trip to Atlantic City but depends on how tight the leash is on." said Cawar.
"Cawar, what about the other thing ?"
"Abdi, no, that would be too much."
"Yeah, you are right seeing how domesticated Luugoyo has become."
"What thing ? What's going on ? Huh ?" replied Luugoyo whose curiosity always got the better of him.
That is a girly brand.
