The good thing about grand parents is they tell good story about the origin of your family line. I love hearing how my grand parents met. My grand father met my grandma when she was 7 yo and thought in his head that this girl was annoying and spoilt.My grandma wanted to beat up his son because he called her prettiest girl in the village. My grandma was a tomboy, so she chased him.lol 10 years later he met her again in a common relative home, he sat there, and lo and behold this beauty came before him with glass of lemonate. (ok maybe milk, but lemonade sounds better) He asks who this girl is-- and is told inaa hebel hebel---he was like No way! He proposed the next day to her mom.My great grand mother refused on the grounds that he already married her cousin.Basically a distant aunt and niece cannot share a husband. SO he went and asked my great granma father- the two men had a deal. A forced marriage happen.They grew to love each later- the moral of the story??? I learn the historical tidbit of my existance however unromantic it was!

I am not interested in the story of somalia or our culture. its boring and unadventurous.

I mean, to think our great grand parents were illeterate, they couldnt read nor write-- while people like Jane Austen or any citizen of England could read, write, speak greek, french and latin in early as 14th century. How is that possible??? We have people in somalia today who are illeterate. isnt that sad?
