The Chronicles of Azania Part 5
Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2011 1:25 pm
PART 5 – Victory has a thousand fathers, defeat is a lonely orphan
The Azanian forces broke into celebratory gunfire. Ululation filled the sky as the soldiers foisted their star general Abdiwahab on to their shoulders. The Azanian forces began chanting:
“GUUL ! GUUL ! TALIYE GUUL ! (Victory, Victory ! Victory Commander !)”
Abdiwahab laughed and lit another cigarette while firing his Beretta into the air. He was delighted because he now was going cash in big time.Abdiwahab joined his Azanian troops in a traditional victory dance. He now commanded total admiration and loyalty of his men. Word of the victory swept the countryside like bushfire. It was whispered from village to village. The Xarakada were defeated, the Xarakada were defeated ! It seemed impossible to many that the Xarakada, the invincible force could be beaten but they were.
Victory has a thousand fathers, defeat is a lonely orphan. It was one of Abdiwahab’s favorite sayings and true to form the fathers came calling.
“Taliye Abdiwahab, this is the XDS Mogadishu, please hold for the Minister of Defense….”
“Taliye, this is Minister Arab, on behalf of the Xogga Dalka Soomaliya, we congratulate you on today’s splendid victory. We extend our congratulations and offer any support we can to a patriotic son of Somalia.”
“Thank you Honorable Minister ! This victory is one that belongs to all Somalis. I am merely a son of the Republic,” said Abdiwahab. He hung up and seconds later he received another phone call.
“Abdiwahab, congratulations my dear boy. Splendid victory, splendid victory…. “
Abdiwahab wondered who it was.
“Thank you, ….”
“Abdiwahab, its Sheik Sharif Sheik Ahmed, your President.”
“Mudane Madaxweyne, thank you. It was my pleasure to defeat the cancer. “
“… you are too humble my dear boy. How can I assist you ? What do you want Abdiwahab ? If only I had 10 of you, I’d be enjoying my weekends in Jowhar.”
“Mr. President, the victory is that of the Somali people...”
“If you change your mind, call me. Better yet, pay me a visit ! Congratulations my dear boy !”
The line went dead.
Abdiwahab’s cell phone rang once again. He saw it was a +254 country code. Who could be calling from Kenya wondered Abdiwahab.
“Commander Abdiwahab, this is your President Gandhi here with Minister Yusuf Haji. We are both calling to applaud you on your victory. It was a gripping victory. You and the Azanian forces displayed valor and courage. The people and mostly I owe you a great debt of gratitude. Whatever you want Commander, it will be provided.
Abdiwahab, asante sana. Your leadership and strategic planning helped save me some serious embarrassment. Let us say you saved our asses. I owe you one. Remember to look me up if you come to Kenya.”
“President Gandhi and Minister Haji, thank you. I owe this victory to my men. We are merely servants of the people of Azania. As humble servants, we will serve our people, and nation albeit with limited resources….” said Abdiwahab.
“Whatever, you want ! You name it, son, and you will get it. Anything, anything,” replied an excited President Gandhi.
The signal soon faded out and the call ended.
Abdiwahab was bewildered at the numerous fathers trying to adopt him. He sat back and wondered how to maximize his good fortune. He retired to his Spartan camp leaving his troops to enjoy the spoils of the battle.
Several hours later, Abdiwahab woke up and prepared to have dinner with the Kenyan commander. He put on his best regalia. He did not want to hide identity now as he went into negotiations. He was an equal, no he was the superior commander.
As he stepped out of his tent, he was greeted by thunderous applause. His men had assembled to escort their leader. So this is how Scwartzkoff felt after Desert Storm, or General Giap after the Battle of Khesan ? Abdiwahab waved and jumped into his new vehicle, a black Landcruiser VX, war booty seized from the Xarakada’s commander, Grandpapakhalif. It was a fitting tribute.
Commander Meru was waiting for Abdiwahab and escorted him into a large tent. It was filled with comforts that Abdiwahab had not seen in the months he languished in the bush. He saw a nice flat screen tv with satellite coverage of the latest Premier League. There was electricity and he even saw a refrigerator. In the middle of the room lay a long table lined with numerous delicacies: chicken, beef, sodas, cakes, fresh vegetables, fruits etc. Abdiwahab’s mouth started watering.
“Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, Commander Meru.”
“May, I call you Abdi, let us drop the formal titles, we are friends, no?”
“Of course, Meru.”
“Abdi, you did some amazing maneuvering today. Where did you learn such tactics ? Sandhurst, Fort Benning, ?”
“Laantaburo.”
“Must be a fine academy.”
“Meru, let us cut through the pleasantries. What is really on your mind ?”
“Abdi, I owe you my life and those of my men. I have been instructed by Nairobi to find out how you can be part of Linda Inchi?”
“Ah, what makes you think I want to be part of Linda Inchi, your little adventure ?”
Meru was puzzled. He had been used to Somali lackeys who would always want to grovel.
“What ?”
“Look, Meru, I am fighting to liberate my homeland from Xarakada, not for Kenya, not for Ethiopia or for the US but for the Somali people.”
“So, bwana, lets join forces and free Somali.”
“Freedom is a great thing but isn’t free…”
“Commander Meru, Taliye Abdiwahab, enough politicking, please eat before the food gets cold,” said a stunning, gorgeous female KDF officer.
“Ah, where are my manners, Abdi, please start.”
“I don’t mind if I do.”
Abdiwahab began to serve himself. He helped himself to generous proportions of food. This was good eating unlike the cambuulo.
“Please make sure that my staff also get some of these delicacies.”
“Yes, but of course. Fatima, please ensure his staff get fed too.”
Fatima Zahra walked out of the tent. Abdiwahab could not help looking at her. It had been months since I laid his eyes on such a fine female figure.
“Abdi, me casa su casa, whatever you need, I am willing to share anything, anything at all,” winked Meru.
“Ah, you are too generous Meru.”
The two continued their banter. After about two hours, the dinner was concluded. Abdiwahab and his staff left the camp. Meru was curious to know why Abdiwahab
had not asked for anything. What kind of Somali was he ? thought Meru.
The Azanian forces broke into celebratory gunfire. Ululation filled the sky as the soldiers foisted their star general Abdiwahab on to their shoulders. The Azanian forces began chanting:
“GUUL ! GUUL ! TALIYE GUUL ! (Victory, Victory ! Victory Commander !)”
Abdiwahab laughed and lit another cigarette while firing his Beretta into the air. He was delighted because he now was going cash in big time.Abdiwahab joined his Azanian troops in a traditional victory dance. He now commanded total admiration and loyalty of his men. Word of the victory swept the countryside like bushfire. It was whispered from village to village. The Xarakada were defeated, the Xarakada were defeated ! It seemed impossible to many that the Xarakada, the invincible force could be beaten but they were.
Victory has a thousand fathers, defeat is a lonely orphan. It was one of Abdiwahab’s favorite sayings and true to form the fathers came calling.
“Taliye Abdiwahab, this is the XDS Mogadishu, please hold for the Minister of Defense….”
“Taliye, this is Minister Arab, on behalf of the Xogga Dalka Soomaliya, we congratulate you on today’s splendid victory. We extend our congratulations and offer any support we can to a patriotic son of Somalia.”
“Thank you Honorable Minister ! This victory is one that belongs to all Somalis. I am merely a son of the Republic,” said Abdiwahab. He hung up and seconds later he received another phone call.
“Abdiwahab, congratulations my dear boy. Splendid victory, splendid victory…. “
Abdiwahab wondered who it was.
“Thank you, ….”
“Abdiwahab, its Sheik Sharif Sheik Ahmed, your President.”
“Mudane Madaxweyne, thank you. It was my pleasure to defeat the cancer. “
“… you are too humble my dear boy. How can I assist you ? What do you want Abdiwahab ? If only I had 10 of you, I’d be enjoying my weekends in Jowhar.”
“Mr. President, the victory is that of the Somali people...”
“If you change your mind, call me. Better yet, pay me a visit ! Congratulations my dear boy !”
The line went dead.
Abdiwahab’s cell phone rang once again. He saw it was a +254 country code. Who could be calling from Kenya wondered Abdiwahab.
“Commander Abdiwahab, this is your President Gandhi here with Minister Yusuf Haji. We are both calling to applaud you on your victory. It was a gripping victory. You and the Azanian forces displayed valor and courage. The people and mostly I owe you a great debt of gratitude. Whatever you want Commander, it will be provided.
Abdiwahab, asante sana. Your leadership and strategic planning helped save me some serious embarrassment. Let us say you saved our asses. I owe you one. Remember to look me up if you come to Kenya.”
“President Gandhi and Minister Haji, thank you. I owe this victory to my men. We are merely servants of the people of Azania. As humble servants, we will serve our people, and nation albeit with limited resources….” said Abdiwahab.
“Whatever, you want ! You name it, son, and you will get it. Anything, anything,” replied an excited President Gandhi.
The signal soon faded out and the call ended.
Abdiwahab was bewildered at the numerous fathers trying to adopt him. He sat back and wondered how to maximize his good fortune. He retired to his Spartan camp leaving his troops to enjoy the spoils of the battle.
Several hours later, Abdiwahab woke up and prepared to have dinner with the Kenyan commander. He put on his best regalia. He did not want to hide identity now as he went into negotiations. He was an equal, no he was the superior commander.
As he stepped out of his tent, he was greeted by thunderous applause. His men had assembled to escort their leader. So this is how Scwartzkoff felt after Desert Storm, or General Giap after the Battle of Khesan ? Abdiwahab waved and jumped into his new vehicle, a black Landcruiser VX, war booty seized from the Xarakada’s commander, Grandpapakhalif. It was a fitting tribute.
Commander Meru was waiting for Abdiwahab and escorted him into a large tent. It was filled with comforts that Abdiwahab had not seen in the months he languished in the bush. He saw a nice flat screen tv with satellite coverage of the latest Premier League. There was electricity and he even saw a refrigerator. In the middle of the room lay a long table lined with numerous delicacies: chicken, beef, sodas, cakes, fresh vegetables, fruits etc. Abdiwahab’s mouth started watering.
“Please have a seat.”
“Thank you, Commander Meru.”
“May, I call you Abdi, let us drop the formal titles, we are friends, no?”
“Of course, Meru.”
“Abdi, you did some amazing maneuvering today. Where did you learn such tactics ? Sandhurst, Fort Benning, ?”
“Laantaburo.”
“Must be a fine academy.”
“Meru, let us cut through the pleasantries. What is really on your mind ?”
“Abdi, I owe you my life and those of my men. I have been instructed by Nairobi to find out how you can be part of Linda Inchi?”
“Ah, what makes you think I want to be part of Linda Inchi, your little adventure ?”
Meru was puzzled. He had been used to Somali lackeys who would always want to grovel.
“What ?”
“Look, Meru, I am fighting to liberate my homeland from Xarakada, not for Kenya, not for Ethiopia or for the US but for the Somali people.”
“So, bwana, lets join forces and free Somali.”
“Freedom is a great thing but isn’t free…”
“Commander Meru, Taliye Abdiwahab, enough politicking, please eat before the food gets cold,” said a stunning, gorgeous female KDF officer.
“Ah, where are my manners, Abdi, please start.”
“I don’t mind if I do.”
Abdiwahab began to serve himself. He helped himself to generous proportions of food. This was good eating unlike the cambuulo.
“Please make sure that my staff also get some of these delicacies.”
“Yes, but of course. Fatima, please ensure his staff get fed too.”
Fatima Zahra walked out of the tent. Abdiwahab could not help looking at her. It had been months since I laid his eyes on such a fine female figure.
“Abdi, me casa su casa, whatever you need, I am willing to share anything, anything at all,” winked Meru.
“Ah, you are too generous Meru.”
The two continued their banter. After about two hours, the dinner was concluded. Abdiwahab and his staff left the camp. Meru was curious to know why Abdiwahab
had not asked for anything. What kind of Somali was he ? thought Meru.
