Days were good when i was a great and a selfless herder in the plains of Diniq duber and later the Banks of Ganale mare. It was beautiful when our land was fertile and water and pasture plenty for our cattle. It was sweet when love songs in the name of Jib and sar were real and sincere it was nice when few in the cradle land were selfish and greedy. It was great when all of us were sharing a Kur(woody plate) of milk and ugali. These were the few threads of Jiib i used to fancy those days. -falfalerta lacagethey Fayow fan Marothi ba tahay. -ana arkayo ilaliyayey afkey liqmathow kulethahay. -ani iyo ningarlaa isgaranwayne garuun getka igasogo -lori kacay lurkumatagne si lori malecna. -waraq andiran warket waye wiloy kala wama irac. Juma karim to all Muslims wherever they are.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 06:49:27 +0000