I had a dream last night. This girl I met in Hargeisa was sitting on an ascending path to one of those hills on the outskirts of South Hargeisa. You know those ones where the houses thin out, the roads get more rocky and life seems much more peaceful, almost like you're in the countryside.
She was sitting there, in the middle of the road, wearing a blue dirac and a dark green masar draped loosely around her head, revealing her hair. She was talking all friendly to some white guy
[
] and I burned with jealousy.
I think I want to marry that girl.
