It is June 1989 arriving at the most hottest and the most barren spot on the Earth Planet. Siyad Bare killing machine with the collaboration of the Jibouti Gandar – Marine have assassinated a business man called Abdillahi from Putland suspected of being a supporter of the Armed Opposition Party from the Italian Colony at that time, called SSDF. On the same day of the killing, I arrived at Jibouti Airport coming from Saudi Arabia. Mr. President Omer Geele and his deceased brother was the commanders of the secret service of the Jibouti State at that time. As an excuse to that incident. A lot of Jibouti citizens and travellers from somewhere else but originally their roots from Somaliland were Arrested. I and another famous business man from Berbera called Xaji Carmiyie were among those who were arrested. Some of the travellers by Trucks or Land Cruisers have told us that hundred of innocent civilians originally from the Isaaq tribe mostly in between twenty and thirty years of age, of both gender are deported to Loya Adde on daily bases and they were immediately executed by the killing machine of Siyad Bare Army stationed there. Then unexpected the deceased President Hassan Guleed Abtidon had shown up on the Jibouti TV addressing his Nation. Saying that some people who have burned their country and set it on fire, want to burn this country. A frightened child dreads fire. You guys, you can’t destroy our country as you have set fire on your country, pointing his finger indirectly to the SNM who were helpless at that time. I can’t express in writing my feelings and how my stomach grew sick at that occasion. Looking all around my surroundings in all directions and everybody was treating us as if we are having an epidemic disease. We were regarded as their enemy, and they were looking at us scornfully when they comprehend our accent. From now and then, the Jibouti political leaders regularly spinning badly conceived Schemes and plots against Somaliland and it’s people. While we are kissing both their cheeks and showing them a friendly gesture and offering a mutual respect, and good attitude of neighborhood. But all our effort and trials are always ends in vain. My second glance to a Jibouti TV was April 9 th, 2016, the fourth inauguration of President Omer Geele, our brother – In – Law , to the presidency Office. Before I opened the TV my moral and spirit was super and highly esteemed, fully loaded with promising expectations and optimism. Expecting to see my President sitting among the other African Presidents. I wished I couldn’t open the TV. Here then the curse happens. To my great surprise and astonishment, I saw my respected guest president acting as a host and welcoming the other presidents from Africa, clapping his hands, chanting and sitting among the truck drivers and the House -Maids of Jibouti. What an awful and an ugly scene! All that I remember is nothing but after two days I saw myself in a Hospital -Bed and some friends surrounding me. That ugly scene is still engraved on my memory and it is a nightmare that I have failed to get rid of it. It was ugly, disgusting, weird and hard to believe .
Dear reader, my pain may be the reason for somebody’s laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody’s pain. The prettiest girls with the prettiest eyes of Somaliland have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts of those heavenly body girls, have felt the most pain. Mr. Silanyo, my life is a closed case, where I keep my memories, my friends, my sorrow, my laugh and cheers, and wounds on my heart. How on earth you have handed my case to my enemy. We will never forgive and will never forget. You are a subject of allegiance to a high treason and guilty consciousness. Mr. Silanyo you have betrayed us. You believe that love is when somebody breaks your heart and the most amazing thing is that, you still love him with every broken piece of your shattered and devastated heart. Hell with you , and hell with your beloved President Omer Geele. You are that much dumb because you have learned nothing of your old mistakes, your old wounds and that long experience in life. Apology doesn’t mean that you are wrong, or the other person was right. It means that your relationship with Omer Geele is more valuable than our Ego. That is the straw that broke the camel’s back. That is what always brings me back to my enemy while my head is down and under the water. Not because we are weak and helpless but because you don’t mean what you saying to your people. And partly because you are dishonest and you have lied to your people more than the Tobacco Industry had lied to the whole World. That is why we are always in square one and retracing again that wrong path of betrayal of yesterday. Mr. Silanyo, you will never grow up. Why do we want to love our enemy while we know it will only hurt us in the end. The wide smile of President Omer Geele hides the deepest hatred and malice to your country and to your people. Good God bless the deceased President Mr. Egal. Dear reader, graves tell no tales. I don’t know who is me yet. I have to discover myself again. A hole needs filling in my wisdom tooth. Yesterday was a painful memory, today is dark and there is no a promising tomorrow. And we still senselessly blaming our future generation for why are they committing suicide in between the devil and the dead sea. Totally we are not a nation that deserves that country that they occupy. We are a piece of shit and human garbage. You can’t blame someone for walking away or running away, if you don’t do anything to make them stay. My son Ismail, give me the gun to kill myself, before you kill yourself. Because you can stand life without me but I can’t stand it without you. The day you stop loving me is the day that you will open your eyes forever. So stop loving me as a father. Dear reader, for how long I can break my sword with my knees and sue for peace? Almost a quarter of a century and I am still watering that barren and fruitless tree, led by a leader on a mask. Mr. Silanyo, I wish if you could read my heart and really see how much deep that I hate you. We are not asking for that much. We just want to have a place in your heart, like you have a place in our hearts. The best thing you want me to do is. No thinking, no wonder, no imagine and no obsess. Just to breathe and to have faith that everything will work out for the best. But that doesn’t work in this age and time. We have to stand up on our own feet and do what the others did. Fight back in a civil way. We won’t trust our destiny with somebody who loves his enemy. He is that Pesident Omer Geele who wants to see us fall and down. But we will hold our heads up, stand on our feet, and will believe in ourselves and will follow our vision. Mr. Geele, hell with your negative faith.
Mr. Silanyo, we don’t meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason.
To be someone’s first love may be great. But to be their last love is beyond perfect. Mr. Silanyo, a person who truelly loves you , is someone who sees the pain in your eyes, while everyone else believes in the false smile on your face. Leaders become great, not because of their power, but because of their ability to empower others. Be sure you put your feet on the right place, then stand firm. When something bad happens. You have three choices. You can either let it define you. Let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.
President Geele, remember that France lost a bottle, France didn’t lose the war. Don’t let the pretty face of Mr.Silanyo to fool you. Mr. Omer, if you are an onion with many layers; as Somalilanders, we are all chameleons if we have to.
Dear reader, a silent hug means a thousand words to the unhappy heart. The very last person you think about , right before you fall asleep. That is the one who your heart belongs to. The World suffers a lot, not because of the violence of the bad people. But because of the silence of the good people. If you build an army of hundred lions and their leader is a dog, in any fight the lions will fight like a dog. But if you build an army of hundred dogs and their leader is a lion, all the dogs will fight like a lion.
Mr. Silanyo, give me back my ring and kiss.
Yusuf Deyr, Toronto
Canada.
yusefdeyr2015@hotmail.com
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