He wakes up early in the morning--naked above his waist,dragsa his macwiis, sort of lazily stretches himself while yawning extremly loud.He walks to his kitchen, his beer belly bouncing habaad, laawo.He makes his coffee--puts on bbc radio;He walks to the restroom to make his granny hot water bath tub, and changes his radio channel after becoming annoyed with the 'no somalis news' event.After changing radio channels, He finally haults at a somali song channel, a beautiful reer waqooyi voice illuminates him, and for a brief moment--he forgets his jealousy or hate for Isaaq nation.
The assistant puts on his best grey somali 70's suits, and walks out of his apartment for work! He is one of those tormented geeks in high school who come back later in life with a vengance.His biggest acomplishment is working with the honorable Abdullahi Yusuf,his duties include; book planes for him, fax forms, get coffee and ultimately giving him an ear.AY will sit down in his sri lanka eminence, his legs crossed, orating to his misinformed assistant slash victim. This particular assistant will smile, delightfully listenning with awe, utterly respecting this man he thinks will save Somalia.
Abdullahi Yusuf glares as his assistant walked into the room, the old politician ran quickly to give him a hug. 'My Cilmiile'! Thank you for coming today, you are late 5 minutes-- i was worried maybe they killed you or something" Spoke AY as he held Cilmiile tightly and refuses to let go.
'Aaaah i am fine, adeer, thank you for your concern' Cilmiile spoke, shyfully looking down and speaking at the same time.They sat down and AY as usual began his synonymous Mj self congratulation rituals.
- 'Young man, let me tell you about Somalis, - they are absolutely dirty children! They need to be spoon fed, they dont need any democracy.Democracy kulaaha, No-- that is for white man not cousins of tutsis! Somalis need uul , qaab or a real whip that brings sense to their nomad head! "
AY speaks so eloquently as he crosses his legs, utterly enjoying this moment where he narrates his brilliance to this delluded misguided assistant.Cilmiile is doing alot of nodding heads and agreeing with his hero, he was enchanted.
'Your highness-- i really .........think you are taking our country to an established direction, you have no idea how much i admire you'
Cilmiile speaks with enthusiasm and valor.
"Oh sure sure--i dont mind being admired.Thats how a leader should be.You will make a good husband Cilmiile-one day.When i see you, it reminds me in my middle ages days-- this determined, clean cut--news paper entusiasts who world deligently hard and occasionally plays hard with vodkah."
AY spoke as he lowered his voice with sort of shame as he ended his sentence.
Cilmiile at this point clearly is over taken with emotions, he is just close to crying tears-- that is how he loves this man.He sits down-- offers AY a cigar and starts his sycophant duties by flattering and saying....
'Your eminence, what do you think of the recent first historical somali self suicide bombing? I mean, isn't it horrible, i can't sleep in the night.This was totally not expected. I know Somalis-- they are the least people who dont like their lives, they love themselves, this could start a horrible trend! This could ruin my plans to be a mayor one day! "
Before AY could respond with the usual, self centered, self congratulatory talk, suddenly a small woman appears out of no where; She wore a black middle aged head 'Gaambo', a red and yellow brand new guntiino, exposing her flappy light skin hands, not proportionate to the rest of her body skin color.One would assume this lady was used to covering herself a lot--possibly wearing a burkah a lot.The rest of her body was light skin, only the area around her eyes was very dark.Looking at her attire, one would automatically assume she was a native very rare 'light; skinned abgaal, but she was not.She was a healthy, disturbed Islamic sharia funda-mentalist who arrived in front of the dignitaris with her self strapped bombs and pulled them out while crying--
Taqbir ! Allah -u- Akbaar!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
AY's head was raptured deliciously, blood every where, the gore scene was orgasmic, unfortunately the suicide bomber died, who was later named as 21 years old 'eyes only', of southhall, Uk.A depressed little niggress who was TOP in her madrass class of 2004! Fortunately, Cilmiile did not die, he escaped miraculously with just one eye missing.He was later seen in the bbc channel 4---emphazing to the world--and more exaxtly to the Taqbir squard team, that he was no longer pro-Tfg or pro gaalo,--he was pro Islamic sharia now" His quote talking to the anchorman was...as follows...
"Mr. Andrew, i am now a changed man.I look at the world with one eye and i sleep with one eye open'!
lol i return to see this story is not so popular. 
Bad boy. 