Silly season
Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2014 2:26 am
This year two silly seasons have combined in the somali calendar. No, no, I am not talking about football!
- Independence day(s).
- Ramadan
We are undergoing an atmosphere of feel good.
Independence day(s).
One week every year we sing “wake up, Somalis” and commemorate Somaliland’s independence on the 26th of June, 1960; the independence of the south and the subsequent unity in the formation of the republic of Somalia, on the 1st of july.
There is no rational reason why our people should be engaged in celebrations; abject poverty, corruption, institutional backwardness, religious fanatics, welfare cheats etc is what characterises our nation and people.
But, still, we celebrate and engage in a feel good mood. The waan-daadaney madness is at work. On primitive TV stations, you will find us singing; praising yesteryears’ success and crying the emergence of a once beloved country and people.
On these occasions, events are held in every corner of the diaspora. Our contemporary problems take a backseat and we exaggerate the achievements of our tuulo, our gobol, our lalaland.
It is the same old play staring stupidity, intellectual impediment and social backwardness.
The event starts with a pseudo-wadaad (read tribalist) taking to the podium and reading a verse of the quran.
Somalis and quran waa ul iyo dirked.
Then, it is an orgy of speeches on yesteryears and current bravados.
The clothes, jewellery and language of the attendees as well as the speakers appears to be meant to mock the poor back home.
It is as if every woman is saying “come and see, I am shining with wealth and I am as white as snow white”
It is as if every man – most of them are losers- is saying “look at me, I am Dr, Barafasoor, injineer hebel and I will lay all the women I want”
The language is fascinating; The words “ABOLOGES” “DAYUSBARA” etc fly around. Every caasho and Cali thinks that mispronouncing a foreign word will make them look intelligent.
The next day, our eyes are subjected to the debacle. Somali TV stations and tribal websites put some cusbo and voila you read about celebrations everywhere!
Ramadan:
Somalis become “true muslims” during this month. It is part time islam and is observable on these boards. You will find people writing that they will refrain from qabil bashing, abusive language and other verbal vices during the month of Ramadan. An intelligent person will pose the question; why only Ramadan? But, unfortunately, we have few intelligent people left as the cancer of tribalism has metastasised.
Pay a visit to the political sections and read the topics on Ramadan and people claiming to abstain from endorsing murder, destruction and genocide during the month of Ramadan; come soon-fur, they will become the Goebbels of destruction.
I have many non-muslim friends who always pose the question; doesn’t islam has moral code/value? An understandable question because all they have seen are men in beards, with the symbol of prayers on their forehead waiting for hand-outs, women in hijabs who claim that their many children were fathered by a boyfriend etc
P.s. two years ago, in Rome, I wrote this;viewtopic.php?f=18&t=309267
there are some similarities; the Azzuro are out again
- Independence day(s).
- Ramadan
We are undergoing an atmosphere of feel good.
Independence day(s).
One week every year we sing “wake up, Somalis” and commemorate Somaliland’s independence on the 26th of June, 1960; the independence of the south and the subsequent unity in the formation of the republic of Somalia, on the 1st of july.
There is no rational reason why our people should be engaged in celebrations; abject poverty, corruption, institutional backwardness, religious fanatics, welfare cheats etc is what characterises our nation and people.
But, still, we celebrate and engage in a feel good mood. The waan-daadaney madness is at work. On primitive TV stations, you will find us singing; praising yesteryears’ success and crying the emergence of a once beloved country and people.
On these occasions, events are held in every corner of the diaspora. Our contemporary problems take a backseat and we exaggerate the achievements of our tuulo, our gobol, our lalaland.
It is the same old play staring stupidity, intellectual impediment and social backwardness.
The event starts with a pseudo-wadaad (read tribalist) taking to the podium and reading a verse of the quran.
Somalis and quran waa ul iyo dirked.
Then, it is an orgy of speeches on yesteryears and current bravados.
The clothes, jewellery and language of the attendees as well as the speakers appears to be meant to mock the poor back home.
It is as if every woman is saying “come and see, I am shining with wealth and I am as white as snow white”
It is as if every man – most of them are losers- is saying “look at me, I am Dr, Barafasoor, injineer hebel and I will lay all the women I want”
The language is fascinating; The words “ABOLOGES” “DAYUSBARA” etc fly around. Every caasho and Cali thinks that mispronouncing a foreign word will make them look intelligent.
The next day, our eyes are subjected to the debacle. Somali TV stations and tribal websites put some cusbo and voila you read about celebrations everywhere!
Ramadan:
Somalis become “true muslims” during this month. It is part time islam and is observable on these boards. You will find people writing that they will refrain from qabil bashing, abusive language and other verbal vices during the month of Ramadan. An intelligent person will pose the question; why only Ramadan? But, unfortunately, we have few intelligent people left as the cancer of tribalism has metastasised.
Pay a visit to the political sections and read the topics on Ramadan and people claiming to abstain from endorsing murder, destruction and genocide during the month of Ramadan; come soon-fur, they will become the Goebbels of destruction.
I have many non-muslim friends who always pose the question; doesn’t islam has moral code/value? An understandable question because all they have seen are men in beards, with the symbol of prayers on their forehead waiting for hand-outs, women in hijabs who claim that their many children were fathered by a boyfriend etc
P.s. two years ago, in Rome, I wrote this;viewtopic.php?f=18&t=309267
there are some similarities; the Azzuro are out again