Innate?
Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 12:14 am
I really don’t care who screws who. I have become indifferent to colour and creed. I am the kind that always utters “what is fifteen for you” when somalis speak about dating/marrying non- somalis.
But sometimes ...
I was at an international airport recently. I had a long flight connection so I took a walk to every corner of the airport. As I was walking towards a pub, I saw this couple coming towards me. She was in her thirties, average height and slightly under weight. She wore some tight jeans and a T-shirt that had the words "love". She portrayed the classical suuro as if she had bathed in the waters of Berde cade. The laafyo was there too as if to mock/ seduce the somali in me. She was approaching her best before date judging by the southward pointing breasts. The guy with her was a white dude; kind of overweight with a beer belly; the kind some ppl call white trash.
Anigaba ma yari. I am almost peaking; arbacuunka ayaan madax la galay
Our eyes meet. The laafyo became more intensive and the suuro very visible as if to tease me.It was as if the suuro and the laafyo were sending the message " aboowe Lamagoodle hab i si". At this stage, I am thinking of rephrasing and singing that old song “ duqaan iska diid dabaal yahaye, anaa da’ ahoo dadaalaye” and her replying “da’ yeertina dadkaad dileeysaane, duqa ii roon ma diidaye”.
Then the dude realises that I am a somali. Intentionally or unintentionally, he puts his tattooed hand on her buttocks as if to tell me “ she is mine bugger”. He repeats this until we were less than a metre from each other and then to add some kind of salt to perhaps my somali pride he shouts “wariyaa nabad”.
She was not my typical kind of woman; inaay lacag leedahay kama muuqanin. Xusul baruur nimcatul fushuuqna ma ahayn. She was just caato qooqan with her breasts pointing southwards all the way to the cape of good hope. She was also mugdi ka nuur and she did not have the kub. If she was in Somalia other women would have prayed for her “abooto xaawo abaay faadumo rasuul “
Yet somehow, I felt she belonged in the arms of this Lamagoodle. Mind you, even if she had said I am all yours for the taking, I wouldn’t even have dared to ask her “ kaale aan quraan quuto quuto kugu akhriye”.
I guess there is an innate animal behaviour which makes us feel closer to those we feel we share a lot in common with.
But sometimes ...
I was at an international airport recently. I had a long flight connection so I took a walk to every corner of the airport. As I was walking towards a pub, I saw this couple coming towards me. She was in her thirties, average height and slightly under weight. She wore some tight jeans and a T-shirt that had the words "love". She portrayed the classical suuro as if she had bathed in the waters of Berde cade. The laafyo was there too as if to mock/ seduce the somali in me. She was approaching her best before date judging by the southward pointing breasts. The guy with her was a white dude; kind of overweight with a beer belly; the kind some ppl call white trash.
Anigaba ma yari. I am almost peaking; arbacuunka ayaan madax la galay
Our eyes meet. The laafyo became more intensive and the suuro very visible as if to tease me.It was as if the suuro and the laafyo were sending the message " aboowe Lamagoodle hab i si". At this stage, I am thinking of rephrasing and singing that old song “ duqaan iska diid dabaal yahaye, anaa da’ ahoo dadaalaye” and her replying “da’ yeertina dadkaad dileeysaane, duqa ii roon ma diidaye”.
Then the dude realises that I am a somali. Intentionally or unintentionally, he puts his tattooed hand on her buttocks as if to tell me “ she is mine bugger”. He repeats this until we were less than a metre from each other and then to add some kind of salt to perhaps my somali pride he shouts “wariyaa nabad”.
She was not my typical kind of woman; inaay lacag leedahay kama muuqanin. Xusul baruur nimcatul fushuuqna ma ahayn. She was just caato qooqan with her breasts pointing southwards all the way to the cape of good hope. She was also mugdi ka nuur and she did not have the kub. If she was in Somalia other women would have prayed for her “abooto xaawo abaay faadumo rasuul “
Yet somehow, I felt she belonged in the arms of this Lamagoodle. Mind you, even if she had said I am all yours for the taking, I wouldn’t even have dared to ask her “ kaale aan quraan quuto quuto kugu akhriye”.
I guess there is an innate animal behaviour which makes us feel closer to those we feel we share a lot in common with.
