Ina Baxar

[LeJusticier]

Djibouti 1981.
Ina Baxar particpated Bob Marley funeral service on May 1981. Later that evening In Baxar approached his cousin Skippa to share his agony.

Ina Baxar: I was bullied by the kid who lives across the street
Skippa: who's that ?
Ina Baxar: he speaks in heavily accented Somali(reer bari)
Skippa: Which one are you referring? the tall skinny one?
Ina Baxar: Haa!!
Skippa: I strongly advise you not mess with him.....Share your pocket money equally with him...hadii kale...ma maqashay waxa qabsaday Ali daacuun iyo Faysal lapin?
Ina Baxar:

[SahanGalbeed]

There is some truth to it . Berigaan yara I was beautiful miskin and clever , I was 2 years younger than my other "african "classmates , because the white lil ones , French ,we were of the same age Motherfuckers used to take my lunch money . I decided from then on to fight all the bullies in this world as long as I believe in Allah.

I am not ashamed of my past , because the real somali doesn't rely an anybody but God

[LeJusticier]

again coded language

How do you expect Thug to comprehend it? The whole paragraph was encrypted.......only few people can decipher it.....

[SahanGalbeed]

There is nothing encrypted , in fact it was pretty traumatic . I had the choice to either get some burning oil showered on me { sida roobka} , get my balls cut or give them money . So , being taught that the FIRST job of the noble warrior is to survive the fight ...for the next one of course , I had to pay