SNET Village Story Series: NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY

[AbdiWahab252]

New Years Night @ Club Qudhac's

2006 was fast approaching to a close. It had been a year full of ups and downs. The SNET village had lost its beloved leader, Ogaas Gamadiid, and with stood attacks from the extreme Wadaad Iskusheeg Alliance lead by the Rasputin Aiman. The villagers had also many things to be thankful for especially the plentiful rains which ended the three year drought and brought a bountiful harvest.

The new village chief, Gurey, had declared that there would be week long of celebrations to commemorate the good fortunes bestowed on the village by Lady Luck. It was tradition for the villagers to gather in the village center and ring in the New Year. Most villagers found themselves trying to make it into the ultrachic Club Qudhac's. It was the hottest spot to be in town during New Years. The owner, Qudhac, was a seasoned entertainer who threw lavish parties and brought in the best entertainers south of the Shabelle River.

As New Year's evening neared, the pace of activities picked up in the village. Ox carts full of produce were blocking the main roads from the countryside into the village. Stores were packed with shoppers and so were the hair salons. Everyone was excited about making it to the chic Club Qudhac.

December 31st soon rolled around and that evening the village center was electric. The main square was packed with New Years revelers who were dressed in their finest threads. Music filled the air from the open air concerts and street performers.

A queue soon formed around Club Qudhac's, a castle-like tan building in a seedy side of the village. People were trying to get past the bouncers working the door who were enforcing a strict dress code. The head bouncer, Xoogsade, a tall, stocky lad, who was a former goat herder in the deserts to the west of town, was not allowing any nonsense.

"Abdi, whats good ?" said Xoogsade.

"Fine, saxiib. How's the family doing ?" I replied

"They are good. Why you standing in line ? You know you are VIP here."

I walked on up to the entrance and shook Xoogsade's hand (and in the process slipping him a 20 shilling tip). The music was blaring and the club was popping. Nearly 100 people were gathered inside and were dancing.

"Abdi, hehehe, Warya-ya he, Xa haysaaaaÂ…." .said a drunken voice behind me. I turned around and it was none other than the infamous Qudhac "Johnny Walker" who was dressed in a black polyester zoot suit with a pimp hat. He was a short man with a head full of hair and bright white teeth. Qudhac held the hand of a taller woman whom I later found out was his 4th wife, Sexy Kitten.

"Weey,,,,, Qudhac, Abtigiis, long time no see. How is life treating you ?" I replied.

"GoooodÂ…. AbtiÂ… Good. Thank you for sending the shipment of the Black Label. It meansÂ…."

Qudhac was stopped in the middle of his speech by Sexy Kitten who elbowed him.
"Wiil ka miyaad barti ?" she said as she gave me a flirtatious glance. Sexy Kitten was nearly 1 foot taller than Qudhac and looked like Iman who started to do crack.

"Hehehe, Where are my manners. This is Abdi. I have known this lad since he wasÂ…. 10years old. I grew up with his father. Abdi, this is Sexy Kitten, my new love Â…."

"Pleasure to meet you Sexy Kitten." I replied.

"No, the pleasure is all mine !" as she leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheeks.

"Naya, ka xiisho wiil ka."

Qudhac had sensed SexyK's intentions and the two started to get into an argument.

I left the quarreling couple and made my way around the club.

[Daanyeer]

C/wahab,



I am CRYING desperately cos u did'nt MENTION me in ur STORY.



BTW this DRAMA resembles one POSTED by Viking in our late LIFE in S'net.

....... I am the MASTER of my chest; i am the CAPTAIN of my fist....



Ur Brother With Intellectual Glasses In S'net !!!!!!!!!!!

YYY Col\Prof Daanyeer YYY

[AbdiWahab252]

Danyeer... U will be mentioned.

[sexy-kitten]

So in other words, sheekadoo dhan aniga bey igu saabsantahay. AbdiWahab, thanks for stating the obvious. I look hotter than Iman.

By the way, I never knew I offended you that much. Qalbi bajiiyahaa tahay maxaan dhahaa.

[Basra-]

'No, the pleasure is all mine !" as she leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheeks. '


This cracked me up, Abdi!

As I walked away-- i could hear the quarreling voice of the odd drunk couple lingering away in the air as i blend into the noisey croud.I felt good somehow---the night had this unexplained impending sensation. Strangers passed me by as i smiled to them with Courtesy, the gents nodding their head & the ladies smiling, seductively.I didn't reach very far when i heard a sudden outburst of my name called out!


'Abdi! Abdi! ---*Wave*



I glanced quickly and was instantly thrilled to discover it was the famed beauty of republic of Somalinet. She stood there upright--together as usual, very prim, with a controlled sense of ownership in her presence. A sense of over-exaggerated self esteem in her aora. She wore a red sparkling bright silk strapless gown that took my breath away.Before i had time to examine her shoes-- i leaped over with noisey joy & embraced her affectionately.


'Basra My dear sweet friend. How are you?"


I cried out, quickly parting our embrace & holding her hands as she skillfully retreated backward---no doubt afraid a little for my over enthusiastic greetings.



' I am quite well , i thank you' She softly replied with little speech, unusual for usual talkative mouth. She had a look of terror mixed with modest embarrasment. There was a sense of consern in her face-- like as if --she detested any public affection or something. She was standing there, throwing limited smiles--as she adjusted her cashmere Sash on her shoulder--to modestly cover her strapless back. She retreated backward again & i forwarded more. I felt a sense of deep attraction for her, she was so magicly bewitching that i can confess i loose my usual calm or composure around her.As we engaged in small nothing talk-- the odd drunk couple joined us promptly.Qudhac--quickly attempted to hug Basra----but she would not let him, she quickly pulled me right in front of her & pushed me towards him. She was visibly terrified & was covering her nose because--Qudhac was all laughing & releasing terrible alcohol smell. I smiled while this manueverings was taking place & tried desperately to restrain Qudhac as best as my muscle could withstand. Meanwhile, Basra was more than willing to be at ease with Sexy kitten & is all attentive, nice & civil to her.


'My Dear Mrs. Qudhac-- how very nice to see you looking all glowing, & pregnant! Little qudhac is bouncing up & down in that little big tummy no doubt"


Basra spoke in her perfect enunciated Porsche accent to Mrs Qudhac--who was more than unwilling to speak to her. She despised the beauty completely & was visibly offended beyond any speech.She was huffing & puffing silently--her face agitated beyond any make-up concealation. Basra meanwhile --was all sparkling & smiling, awaiting an engaging conversation with Mrs. Qudhac, while slowly circling around myself & sexy kitten carefully avoiding as Qudhac did not give up on his mission to hug her.


'My wife is not pregnant, dear-- she is just added a few pounds"


Qudhac Corrected Basra--as she had a look of 'acted' embarrasment. To her silent delight,she quickly understood why Sexy Kitten was huffin & Puffing a whle ago.

[maria from west side]

Abdi.....Foosto can't even move let alone dance She's 2 heavy.

[*HannaH*]

Adhi

[michael_ital]

WE need more of your writings Abdi.

Basaara, again you need a new shtick.

[Basra-]

Mikey@lol A new shtick?? Yet you laugh hopelessly reading my shtick!



What do u have in mind? A murder Mystery? An Oscar Wilde stage play? Do tell me.

[Beenaale_No1]

That was just wack.

[michael_ital]

No, I mean its always "The princess in the tiara" thingy. You're always the same character. Be a housewife or a prostitute or somethin different for a change. (the " 's" were to be polite)

[Basra-]

Mikey--i cannot be anything else!!!



U pervert!!!!! I cannot bring myself to get into the literature, character role of a prostitute. A housewife -yes--but nothing sexual there dear. I can portray a very MAD housewife who concocts the murder of her husband. Is that acceptable???

[michael_ital]

well, it'd certainly be different. can i be the husband?

[Basra-]

Mikey what is so fun to being the husband of a calculating murderer? loooooooooooool

[AbdiWahab252]

I was used to Basra's moods. Keeping her distance was a way of 'keeping up appearances in public' but they both knew how they felt about each other.

As I walked towards the dancefloor, a fat John Candy-looking cadaan bumped into me, nearly spilled his drink."

"Eer.. Sorry buddy. Nearly spilled my Sam Adams. " he said.

"Its all right."

"Name's MadMac. I work down at the UNITAF Field Hospital."

"I am Abdi. I own AW Trading Company."

"Abdi, oh you are the 'can get anything' Abdi ? Geesh, I been looking to get some equipment for the hospital but have had problems with customs. Can you help ?"

"Sure. Here is my business card. Give me a call. My standard fee is 10%."

"Good. So may I buy you a drink ?"

"No. I don't drink."

"Well, I'll drink for you !" he laughed. "By the way, have you seen Ayiisho ? I have some unfinished business with her Â…."

"No buddy, but there are plenty of babes around. Knock yourself out ! Bye now."

MadMac smelled like how cadaan folks smell: wet chicken. I couldn't help myself from holding my nose.

The DJ started to put on some Old School West Coast jams: NWA, Snoop, and Dre. I immediately knew it was none other than Mickey "Too Touch" Italia. His newest mix, "Music You Missed Out On During the Civil War (1991-2006)" was the hottest mixtape in the nation.

"Excuse me, Miss !" I yelled to this lovely waitress, a 5.5ft, slim, olive skinned beauty with an onion booty, whom I later found out was Nabeela.

"Yes, How can I help you ?"

"Is Mickey "Too Touch" the DJ tonite ?"

"Sure is. Can I get you a drink ?"

"Give me a Tonic. Send one Captain Morgan and Coke to Mickey."

"Will do."

As she walked off, Abdi couldn't help but stare at this Rer Xamar beauty. With a few touch ups, she could outshine Jennifer Lopez. She had that natural beauty, the kind that Maybelline couldn't give.

Nabeela returned with the my drink and I paid her leaving a sizeable tip for her. She thanked me and asked me for my name.

"Abdi."

"I'm Nabeela.

We conversed for a while. She was apparently a college student at University of SNET School of Veternirary Science. Nabeela was intelligent as well as beautiful. I was captivated by Aphrodite. I totally forgot about Basra. I gave her my number and asked her to call me.

"Oh, by the way, Mickey thanks you for the drink and asked that you come up to the DJ's booth."

"Thanks Nabeela and have a good night darling."

Then my favorite Old School Jam played, "Gin N Juice" played. I couldn't help myself and started doing the "C-Walk" It was a flash back to my days as a freshman at Cal State Long Beach. As the song played, a crowd formed around me and started chanting, "Go Abdi, Go Abdi." Mickey, whom I never met before got out of the booth and came down to see what the commotion was about.
He pushed himself into the crowd and observed me dancing.

"Yo, yo, homes. Check this out." He yelled.

Mickey started to get into some break dancing. He was pulling some old school dance moves but the one that got me was when Mickey did the running man

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Mickey got visiblely angry and threw off his Kangol hat and began to do the neck break. As he spun around on his head, I realized that I was outclassed by this guy so I conceded defeat and bowed out.

"Old timer, you can sure dance." said Mickey.

"Sure, new timer. But my legs ain't what they used to be." I replied.

"Name's DJ Mickey Too Touch Italia."

"Abdi, ItÂ’s a pleasure to meet you. I love your mix tape. "

"You must be the fella who bought me the Capt. Morgan and Coke. Thanks friend."

"Anytime, youngin. By the way, when is Qudhac start the countdown to the New Year ?"

Mickey glanced at his watch and saw it was 10 minutes to midnight.

"Gotta run and find the boss. Later Abdi !"

"Ciao Bambino."

Where oh where was Qudhac ? It was New Years Tradition for Qudhac to do the countdown.