is what I feel like from time to time. I find myself being amazed at little discoveries such as overweight squirrels, mice and street cats that truly reflect the society they live among. I keep making a fool out of myself since I still can't tell the difference between a pregnant woman and an overweight one even after being here for 6 months. I offended a lady in my apartment building today as she rode the lift with me. I congratuled her on her pregnancy and followed that up with 'when are you due to give birth, madam?' She sternly replied "I AINT PREGNANT, I'M VOLUPTOUS!" I couldn't get out of the lift quick enough...
So today is Somalia's independence day, when we gained independence from the colonisers. But we seem to be far worse off today than those days we fought for our freedom. Today we are our own colonisers holding each other captive in a constant wave of violence, torture and killing. When will this stop? When can the innocent civilians rest their heads safely against their pillows without fearing if they will survive another day, if they can quiten their chirping stomaches, if they can dodge another bullet? when can young children be just that, children? Why do they have to fight the battles caused by their ignorant elders and why do they have to take the responsibilities of raising their younger siblings, a responsibility neglected by the adults around them?
I truly fear Somalia is doomed for a destination in the pages of history, an ancient tale to tell the children of the future. A tale told by witnesses of the global world, historians and outlandish Somali-somethings who will be the produce of the Somali Diaspora. I keep asking myself where are we headed and what are we striving for?
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