Beendiid Entertainment in conjunction with Caanoboodhe Pictures & 3 Isbaaro Productions present:
THE CHRONICLES OF AZANIA: The Rise of Azanians
Poster produced by CumarLabosuul
SPRING 2012: Limited release in Dhobley, Ras Kiamboni, and Burgabo January 1st, 2012
Critical Review
Daily Nation of Kenya: The Chronicles of Azania offer insights into the gritty reality of life in Somalia. A must see for any Kenyan who wants to understand the complexity known as Somalia.
Xog-Ogaal of Mogadishu: Director Beendiid once again dazzles the audiences with a satirical masterpiece on the never ending Somali conflict.
Addis Times: Entertaining, yet serious, the Chronicles of Azania shakes all of your notions about what you thought you knew about Somalia.
Roger Ebert: A well woven classic tragedy about the land that brought us Black Hawk Down. Move over Jerry Bruckhiemer, this is the real deal !
SoomaaliMemo: Even though the Mujahideen generally discourage watching of movies an exception can be made for this gripping thriller.
For the earlier chronicles, see below:
Part I: viewtopic.php?f=18&t=290958
Part 2: viewtopic.php?f=18&t=290987
Part 3: viewtopic.php?f=18&t=291063
Part 4: viewtopic.php?t=291147&p=3423189
Part 5: viewtopic.php?f=18&t=291305
As the Azanian vehicles neared their camp, the convoy came under ambush. The sounds of heavy caliber machine guns were deafening. Ziip,,, zip, thud thud. Bullets were flying everywhere. A volley of bullets hit the side of Taliye Abdiwahab’s vehicle. It came to a screeching stop and hit the vehicle in front.
“Holy shid holy shid” screamed Patriot who look petrified. He had just been shot in the leg and was in a state of shock.
“Get down, now” yelled Abdiwahab who proceeded to push Patriot to the floor of the vehicle. Abdiwahab quickly tore off a strip of Patriot’s shirt and tied it around his leg to reduce the bleeding. Abdiwahab knew that they were sitting ducks unless they moved quickly.
“Warya, driver floor it.”
There was no response from the front cabin.
“Are you deaf man,?!?!”
Silence.
Abdiwahab popped up to look into the front cabin and saw that the driver was dead.
“Fock me, …”
Abdiwahab quickly got out and dragged Patriot out of the vehicle. He threw the wounded soldier on his back and tried to maintain his balance while walking towards the grassy savannah. He realized the longer they stayed in the vehicle the greater the odds of being captured.
“Damn, this guy. Pat, what the fock do they feed you ? Don’t tell me you been stealing food from qaxootis?”
“Ah, ah, …” Patriot couldn’t say much as he cried.
“Warya, man up. It’s a small wound my cagdheer friend, you will still be able to do dhaanto and I promise to give you all the NIDO you want. Stay with me warya.”
Patriot cracked a smile and began chuckling.
Abdiwahab was now sweating profusely yet felt relieved that Patriot did not go into a state of shock. His goal was to walk west towards the border and hopefully run into some friendlies but had a only a few more hours before the cover of darkness would be lifted.
Abdiwahab could not In the rush to leave the vehicle, he left behind his mobile phone, VHF radio and all other communication equipment. He had hoped to find his way back by gauging the celestial constellation but it was a cloudy night.
“Patriot, did you bring your mobile phone ?”
“Nah, “
Abdiwahab couldn’t believe his series of bad luck. Just as he thought things could not get worse, Abdiwahab heard:
“ISTAAG!”
Abdiwahab stopped.
“DROP YOUR PIECE, SLOWLY.”
Abdiwahab tossed his M-9.
“TURN AROUND SLOWLY.”
Abdiwahab turned slowly and looked at the shadowy figure pointing a PKM at him.
“If it is not murtaad Abdiwahab,”
“Who are you ?”
“Never mind,”
“Drop him !”
“He is wounded and I was carrying him.”
Clack, the shadowy figure released the safety off.
“Okay, okay, Sorry Pat.”
Abdiwahab dropped Patriot to the ground who groaned,
“Newyorkawi, ina adeer, what the fock is your problem.”
“Patriot, ina adeer, is that you?”
“Ha, I am injured…”
“What brought you to Somalia ?”
“I’d love for you all to have a family reunion but Pat needs some medical attention and I can get him some if you let us go.”
“SHUT UP KUFFAR ! Sit over there with your hands on your head !” commanded Newyorkawi who then walked over to see how his cousin was doing.
Patriot was getting worse as the bleeding increased. His clothes were soaked in blood and his face seemed drained of blood. His eyes were glazey and he kept dipping in and out of consciousness.
Newyorkawi could see that his cousin would probably die if he did not get immediate medical treatment.
“Murtad, come here and take my cousin to the Dhobley !”
Abdiwahab walked slowly towards Patriot and lifted him on his back.
Newyorkawi threw him some keys to a small Mark 2 vehicle.
“Murtad drive along the main road heading west, do not use your headlights so as not to be spotted. If you are stopped by my men , show them this pass.”
“Thank you ….”
“No, murtad, a life for a life, if you had not saved my cousin’s life, I would behead you,” snarled Newyorkawi.
Abdiwahab knew not to argue with an irate man with a gun and quickly threw Pat into the back seat and was soon driving.
After nearly 4 hours, the two pulled into the outskirts of Dhobley where they were stopped by the KDF.
“SIMAMA !”
“Where are you going ?” asked a Kenyan soldier.
“Dhobley..”
“Who are you ? Whats your business there ?”
“Commander Abdiwahab of the Azania Liberation Army and this is my first lieutenant Pat. He is badly wounded and needs medical care.”
The Kenyan soldier radioed his supervisor.
“STEP OUT of the car slowly,” he commanded.
“Why ?”
Abdiwahab saw the barrel of a G-3 rifle pointed at his face.
“Okay, okay !”
“Lie on the ground !”
Abdiwahab obeyed and was soon thrown in the back of a truck and whisked away.
Patriot was taken to a field hospital to be treated.
“Who are you ?” asked a Kikuyu looking staff seargeant.
“Commander Abdiwahab of the Azanian Liberation Army.”
Abdiwahab felt a stinging slap hit his face.
“Who are you ?”
“Commander Abdiwahab of the Azanian Liberation Army. What the fock is your problem ?”
“Commander Abdiwahab and his men were wiped out. So who are you ?” replied the interrogator.
“Call Commander Meru, he knows who I am !”
The interrogator threw a sucker punch and knocked Abdiwahab off his chair.
“Commander Meru and his men are all dead,” cried the interrogator.
Abdiwahab stared at the Kenyan in disbelief. How could both the kDF and Azanian forces be wiped out in a single evening ? What the hell happened ?
