Once the plane landed in Berbera International (As they claim) airport, I rushed my way through the aisle to the door to breath the Somali air, Whilst at the door, I stood a while and had a distant gaze like that of a migrating bird. All what I saw was Abaar, No People or Xoolo in my view, contrary to what I have imagined in my extremely colorless mind.
I went inside the airport(Old soviet building) nothing was official, At that moment I knew I was home, There are laws and regulations, but I guess they only exist to impress Western donors and si lacag looga furto dadka aan waxa meeshaa ka socda garanayn. Anyway I got my entry
stamp and left the airport.
Although I was away only for 4 years, But the tarmac roads were unsafe and hellish, I could'nt believe that we used to brag about this 4 metres tarmac road-like built in the 80s by the late regime. The human is only what he sees, a breed of his environment.
While on the bus, full of Ahlu murqaan, I tried to withdrew clumsily like a defeated army in retreat, But They won't let a soul on the bus to just sit their and be a dead weight to bear, I was forced to join those murqaaned guys who actually just want to listen to their own philosophies , our conversations impatiently shifted from side to side but most importantly I tried to preach them about QAT and Smoking, they listened and resisted but by the time i tried to ask them questions, I discovered that they already moved on, taking refuge in unscientific generalizations (Dadkuu colaada ka hayaa, Waa quutul Awliyaa'a, Imisaa dad ku nool etcetera etcetera).
At the brightness of dawn and the light of the sun, We passed guban area, we reached a much better land, the trees retained their leaves and neecawda in dhawaanahan roob ku da'ay ayaad dareemaysay, dhirtuna waa magoolaysay, Reero jidka daafihiisa dagan ayay ishu qabanaysay, hadaan sii milicsaday waxaan dareemay in xoolohoodu ahaayeen qaar dhawaantan abaaro ka baxay oo ka soo doogaya, Eebe ayaa sidaan filayo dadkan ugu naxariistay bisha tan barakaysan, Waxa sida danabka maankayga jiidhay dadkii shaashadaha aan ka arki jiray, dhawaaqoogana aan ka maqli jiray idaacadaha ee ku dhibanaa Koonfurta soomalia, Nimankii baska saarnaa ayaan ka waraysatay, Ereyo Naxariisi ku dheehantahay ayay ku jawaabeen, They were very sympathetic with their brothers, I realized Somalis are not completely merciless, but just like a lion, their shells are strong and frightening but their hearts are warm and forgiving.
to be continued....
