I AM A SOMALI I am the brother of the martyr. I am the uncle of the potato seller at the local market. I am the son of the local sheikh. I am the injured of the revolution, the protester, the jailed, the detained. I am the tortured, the exiled, the kidnapped, the war torn. I am a Somali man. I am young by spirit, old by experience. I am the clans peace settlement Yet I am not a victim, I am a leader. Not a just leader, but a leader who happens to be a writer & a lawyer. I clean up the streets of my nation, I rise up the past, the present and the future generations. I am a Somali man. I speak out for my son at school. I speak up for my daughter in the madrasa. I pray for my ancestors and for my older son in jail, for my mother in the hospital. I speak out for our artists whom they keep bombing in theaters and on the streets. I am a Somali man. I speak out for my mind, I am the pulse of the people. I live in the city, in the town, in the rural areas, in the suburb, in the mountains, on the borders. I am in Garowe, Mogadishu, Afgoye, Erigavo, Hargeisa, Galkayo, Bosaaso, Beletweyne, Badhan, Bocame and every corner where there is life and sound. I am a Somali man. I boost the rising economy, I advance the technology, I give life to the community. YES I AM A SOMALI And Somalia is my black nation. therealrub.wordpress/
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 09:20:12 +0000
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