A Handsome middle aged man, who is well groomed-is seated among much older Odeeyaal in a local Star Buck Cafe. This man is wearing a clean ironed white shirt--tucked in, no facial hair--shiny Saliid hair, shiny large gold watch-his legs crossed in a gentleman arrogant manner.His chin arrogantly Choreographed in perpendicular precision,pointing higher as if Sniffing the scent of an approaching moryaan---who might interrupt his daily Qabil discussion sessions.The man sits there in awe among his elders--respecting them, learning from them & absolutely cherishing all the Camel milk anecdotes that comes up! ! He--smiles graciously, un-crosses his legs--places a napkin cloth on his lap-- artfully gets ready to eat his donut with a spoon & a folk. Naturally,he was cultured far more than the bunch seated around him, them who openly lick their fingers in broad day light; Succulently enjoying every bit of the Donut sugary residue. By all account, this well groomed man is cultured & well mannered or at least if he was not before---he is now by qualification of announcing this rather auspicious news!
"Gentlemen -- i have news to announce! I no longer wish to retire in Kismayo! I know-it is sad indeed- but the situation is hopeless. I am getting no younger as you all know.'
He spoke while ---artfully & slowly--having a bite. He wipes off his lips with another designated napkin, conveniently placed on his left.His taste was improving both in the donut & his self awareness that kismayo was NO place to retire let alone live.But shockingly he drops a bomb of information while showing raised eye brow & still occupied in cutting another piece of dunkin Donut!
"However---- I wish to settle in Hargeisa! "
He whispers slowly--with a bit of a guilt in his sunken voice & very disarming big smile.
A murmur of confusion & roars of whispers was heard among the gathering.One particular tiny feeble old man named--Odey Mudug --finally breaks the murmurs & speaks loudly
"What is it with you Man? You are very perplexing! Astonishing really."
"Yeah" " Yeah" cheered the group in agreement!
'What is your qabil-- really--tell us? You can't just jump from Kismayo to Hargeisa, Sir---Somalia is not the united states of Qabil.
The man puts down his folk, after tasting a bite of it--pushes the plate away--places the napkin cloth on top on the table & slowly rises up.He nods his head--bows his head gracious-- sort weirdly dusts off the tip of his nose-as if it was a metarphor for his Kibirness--the man makes a quick running exit!
Q# 1 Who is This well Groomed Man?
Scene # 2
Three funny looking obviously Darood men sat under a Tuscan sun, drinking tea & bragging as usual.Daalo, the most qabilist of all-- proudly beats his chest continuously to remind everyone how his qabil used to be in power.Qabilbayle--a tall skinny loner only laughs to cheer for his brethrem, one is not sure of his qabil--but one can guess.Thank God he has white bright teeth for people to spot him, since as a Warsangeli.His darkness compliments his shyness-- Not seen, not bothered.Xaare is another skinny one who looks like a gang star reject.Large funny ears--but avery loyal to his 'brother.'
'Brothers one day we shall conquer again" Daalo screams while he bits his chest!
'Woo---Wooo-----One sweet day, brother! Rock on! Rock On! ' Qabilbayle makes a monkey sound!
"HA HA HA HA ' Laughs Xaare.
Q. # 2 Who are these Three Darood Culprits??
Scene # 3
A heavy Fat woman with a fat face--is standing in the center of the street---having a large audience gather to listen to her preach or something.She is a giant one-- very fat but sort of put together-- wearing tight plus size speedos-- under her Burkha--she was selling her book where she tells people how to get rid of Body odor.Apparently she had a new way of getting rid of body odor which she invented herself.
'To get rid of Bo---use only Soap & water... Thats it! ' She declares----smilling enthusiasticly & waiting to be congratulated for this discovery!
Meanwhile her audience all were wondering whether they were pioneers of personal hygiene themselves all their life--for they had knowledge that is being called revolutionary by authors!
Q # 3 Who is this poor Woman?
Scene# 4
A some what good looking man stands---on the other side of the street. He seems to be dressed well, a nice grey suit, a little tiny aquan faciar hair scattered here & there.He had a nice smile on his face. You could tell he was not a man who was talkative or participated alot in discussion but one who is decent & almost like some an undiscovered Iman!
"Friends we are gathered here not fight, but love each other.Let us not fight about qabil.I am tired of this senseless debates & debasing.Let us talk about Da vinci Code. Huh? Is that a good idea? I mean --let us do some constructive achievement! "
The man spoke with a genuine look! The crowd went 'Here here-- we agree-- let us change for the better". The man is now very much inspired by the cheering of the crowd--so in the heat of the moment--he continues--
' "Let us contribute charity money & send it to our dying brothers & sisters in Somalia. let us go the various 'Personal' choice charity organisation & contribute.I, myself -am an active contributor of Habar gidir charity organisation'
While he conclude this with a big smirk--the audience were puzzled as to the mixed message & the diabolical revealing of 'information'. (Not to mention, this new confidence that the Iman was experiencing)
Q # 4 Who is this Nice Man???
Scene# 5
On high Mt. Kilimanjaro---somewhere No where in Africa--stood this aging --short man with a big beer belly, innocent round face--small adorable eyes-small hands, small everything-on his knees--shouting...while looking up in the sky, shouting loud--
'Are you there GOD? Why kids & women die GOD? What is my purpose here on earth GOD? Will i go to hell, GOD? Why can't you speak to me GOD?? Why am i jealous of everybody GOD? Does Lionheart suffer from mental Disorder, GOD?
Q # 5 ---Oh God-- who is this atheist?
Scene # 6
She lay there on her bed--humming to her favorite love song.Her well made & pinned up with a soothing shiny tiara. All pampered in fresh camouflaged in make-up.Then -the phone rings, she picks it picks it up lazingly.
'Hellooo'?
'Yes---its me.' A deep man voice was heard.
"Darling-- we must end this secret affair. I am dumping you! "
The girls face is suddenly flushed red with extreme distroughtness, tears began dropping like IraQ bombs, hysterically shouting --"
No! NO! NO! You can't do that to me Qudhac!! """
Q # 6 Poor poor little girl----
Who is she?? 
Yak
