why are you such a hater. you dont have a city that is as big as garowe
The guy is the biggest hater, his location is 'In 1977 with the Somali National Army capturing Jijiga and moving towards Dire Dawa' yet he disses the one who was leading the army with the worst insults
war the guy is the most cuqdad low he thinks by hating ba wax lugu noqda wa nafti igu yidhi cant post my village or else people will no my qabil.
The_Emperior5 wrote:
The guy is the biggest hater, his location is 'In 1977 with the Somali National Army capturing Jijiga and moving towards Dire Dawa' yet he disses the one who was leading the army with the worst insults
war the guy is the most cuqdad low he thinks by hating ba wax lugu noqda wa nafti igu yidhi cant post my village or else people will no my qabil.
LOL I've seen the topic uu kugu karbashay lol. He was praising Puntland while he was calling it a while ago a 'hell hole'. The kid is cool and not a qabiliiste like you and me but he's a big time HATER. I am still amazed by his interest in 1977 iyo sidii oo kuwi uso halgamay oo dhulka ku jiido
i dont mind if he praises puntland loool,,, wuxu moodaya inan ka xumahay hormarka puntland, he wanted me to say maya maya aniga ka fiican puntland sheeko caruur weye But i am not a qabilsite i just hate haters. Ninkasi car ha so sawiro tuulo oo ka sa jeedo
Peeps from Puntland and Somaliland have some dignity and stop the Faan. Don't laugh at a person that is struggling instead help them we are all brothers and sisters. Damn! It's not like Somaliland and Puntland are luxury to be honest its a hot desert with tacky villas and dusty roads that turn you blind, and they have arrogant people that 24/7 talk about how good they are.
EEGA, besides the area along the banks of the rivers jubba and shabelle and the area west of jigjiga, the rest of ogaden is either desert or semi desert.
WASHINGTON (Reuters) - The young Cuban pilot, with the wary look of a hunted animal, sat on a patch of sand in the shade of a thorn bush guarded by a troop of dusty Somali soldiers in the middle of the Ogaden desert.
The Cuban's MiG fighter had been shot down somewhere over the sunbaked wasteland of the Horn of Africa and he was being displayed as a trophy to Western reporters.
It was 1978 and this was just one of the Cold War's proxy conflicts that Fidel Castro, who retired on Tuesday after decades of fomenting revolution around the world, engaged in during the 1960s and 1970s.
Castro, who for some years backed Somali president Siad Barre, had switched allegiance the previous year to Somalia's northern neighbor Ethiopia, where Mengistu Haile Mariam was presiding over a bloody revolutionary purge.
Cuban forces had been sent as military advisors or as fighters to all corners of Africa. Cuba tipped the balance of the civil war in Angola by deploying tens of thousands of troops and beating South African forces.
Others joined conflicts in Algeria, Congo-Brazzaville, Guinea-Bissau, Morocco and Mozambique as part of Castro's internationalist mission.
The Ogaden War, a battle over virtually empty land crossed only by nomads in search of pasture for their goats and camels, was perhaps the most farcical of these wars.
To outsiders covering the conflict it had much of the absurdity of the fictional and perhaps mythical war between the "rebels" and the "patriots" portrayed in British novelist Evelyn Waugh's classic spoof of African warfare, "Scoop".
The Soviet Union and the United States essentially swapped sides in 1977, so each found themselves facing weapons they had themselves originally provided to the other side.
The Cuban pilot was in the middle.
As the knot of sunburned Western reporters ate the gristly meat and drank lukewarm camel's milk served in their honor, he ignored a few questions about where and how he was shot down and what his mission has been.
He looked into the distance, across the flat orange ground and occasionally stroked his long chin as some tried to get him to speak of the war.
But one reporter, suspecting he might even be a fake, asked him if he could authenticate himself by naming three Cuban basketball players.
His eyes lit up, and a smile played over his face. He named seven players before he stopped, nodded at the questioner and said: "That's my game!"
Shortly after that the interview was over, and he was walked away by his armed captors into the desert to an uncertain future.
wa nafti igu yidhi cant post my village or else people will no my qabil.
