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Heestii Ardo ( Ardouina Lewis and Dr. Beileh)
By Dr. Abdirahman Beileh
July 20 , 2009

Here we go again!  (ma xusuusan tahay?.. ma dhammaado wakhtigaad soo dhaweysataaye, dheeraa, dheeraa, dheeraa muddadu).

Here is another one of my short affareys (stories). The intention is to tell a story, but more importantly, to  inspire and challenge Somali eminent poets and song writers, across the globe, to rise up to the challenge of today’s circumstances and express their talents in response to the situation the story presents. History is indeed in the making. If you have anything to say, you do not want to miss it!! I really like the new song by Saado Ali Warsame,  “Aan wado tashanno’ Aan kuu taliyo, adigu ii tali walaal….” “ wada Tashan maynno, kuu talin maayo, ii talin maysid, tabtaasaan ahaanaynnaa) by the great poet and song-writer Mohamed A. Singub. It tells it all.

During a coffee break in one African conference that I attended, I shared a table with few colleagues including two senior officials from two African Countries, Dr. Bakwald Jameson (I call him “Ina James”)  and Mrs. Ardouina Louis ( I call her “ Ardo” : “So, Mr. ADB”, says Bakwald, “what can the Bank do for us”? … “we need funds”. Then, the lady seated next to him, Ardouina, asks in a raised voice,  “by the way, where are you from Doc?”. She volunteered to answer her own question.  With a number of wrong attempts, she gives up and yields to her colleague, Bakwald, who is from another African country to give it a try! He too was unsuccessful to place me. I  came to their rescue and told them with confidence  “I am from Somalia”. After a visible but momentary lull in the discussion, she hastened to correct me and said “what was Somalia!” . “ OK! What is your point?”, Bakwald asks. That is not a very positive statement,  I thought to myself, and as I was about to provide a mild response, Mr. Jameson takes the parole and recalls, though sheepishly, what he called the Somalia of the past which he thought was a great country among African nations but how, all of a sudden, it has  disappeared from the scene. As he was making this statement, he had this look on his face of inviting me to make a comment on what he was saying. I am used to this sort of discussion and comments and I was willing to provide a short but  evasive response. But  before doing so, Ardo comes back with even more unnerving statements. She says:  “I understand that, whatever it was in the past, this country has now broken down into many  Lands. This land, that land, the other land and so on,  and the biggest among the Lands has just decided to become part of country X… this is better for them instead of the continuous infighting and the mayhem. Won’t you say Dr. Beileh” she had the nerve to exclaim!. 

I listened to this torturous diatribe with a churning sensation in my stomach. But I knew I was constrained by the atmosphere of diplomacy in this gathering and as I was not there to represent any government or specific group of people, I could not be courageous enough to do justice to the issues she raised. I have lived with  a diplomatic and general response. As I listened her talk, I went back deep into my memory and remembered all the songs, poems, speeches and even down right funds, that we, poor Somalis, gave to her country to get them liberated.  All that effort! and she has the audacity to make such malicious and humiliating  statements about a brotherly African country that is going though trying times! “What a nerve” I thought to myself.

In response to her, I mumbled trying to conceal my burning anger inside me. I reminded, in the most diplomatic terms possible, about the specific effort that Somalia put in for their respective countries to gain the independence they are enjoying today. I recalled about some of the speeches of  high  Somalia Government officials in the 70s and 80s talking about their issues and outlining ways to liberate them from colonialism. I quoted and tried to translate for them the songs of Waaberi, Mohamed Suleiman, Hassan Aden Samatar, Magool and others galvanizing the rest of Africa and the Somali people to be ready for a war to liberate them. At the end, I think I succeeded to make them feel ungrateful for what others did for them.

The gist of the story is that the Somalis have done a lot for the struggle of other Africans to gain independence. In fact, we have always been keen to go to some other people’s lands and “liberating” them like some sort of a messiah sent to save humanity, leaving our own affairs in tatters . In addition to the songs, you would all recall many other very emotional poems about Ahmed Siaka Toure of Guinea, Kwami Nkrouma, of Ghana. Jamal Abdou Nasser, the Palestine, the Arab plight, and in support of places as far away as North Korea, Philippines, Cuba,  and Cambodia! Believe it?

What good did all this do for us in our hour of dire need? None whatsoever! I had the opportunity of visiting most of these countries, and let me assure you, folks, a great majority of the populations of these countries cannot tell you where Somalia is, let alone assisting you. Even the closest ones have let us down and the history is clear on this. To make matters worse, we do not learn from it. You still see Somalis talking about liberating others. We never get it!?  Somalia has been dumped literally, and no one cares if it decided to self-destruct itself out of existence. In fact, some would be more than ready and willing to give the Somalis the ammunition to do so in the quickest manner possible. If you look all around Africa  and ponder on  those countries that had been through similar challenges, you would be amazed to note the magnitude of support they received from the international community and their respective brethren countries to help them resolve all difficulties until countries were brought to peace and stability.

Like it or not, Somalia has no friends, and the worst of it all is that we just simply do not get it. People are hopelessly caught up in the quagmire of one clan against the other,  totally oblivious to the painful reality and the bigger picture.  It is sad to acknowledge here too that higher education seems to have made no difference among people when it comes to clan stuff. What is happening in Somali cities, towns and hamlets are not dissimilar to what is taking place in  the great malls of Minneapolis, London and Columbus!!.

Let me  come to the point and to the conversation I had with Ardouine in the following Affarrey

Here it is:

Heestii Ardo: Dr. Beileh iyo Ardouina

Mar baa waxa jiray Ardooy
Agtaada ninkii fadhiyey
Sidii ina James yidhi
Soomaalidu aawanayd
Itaal iyo xoog lahayd
Awood iyo tamar badnayd
Markay wax abaabulaan
Markay amar soo rogaan
Kurtood Afrikaanka kale
Dalkaagu ka kow ahaa
Oddoros lagu raaci jiray
Ululugayn iyo mashxarad

Sidaad ereyada u tidhi
Inshaaro waxay u tahay
In aad arag gaaban tahay
Malaha adigaan ogayn
Waxaad umal soo martee
Haddii aad asqaysan tahay
Sooyaalka illowsan tahay
Bal aan eray kuu ceshoon
Tilmaamo sidaad ahayd
Dhegaha I ammano sii


Markuu isticmaarku beri
Dalkaaga addoonsan jiray
Markuu arligoo dhan qabay
Xooggiisa adeegsan jiray  
Abbaanwarre kuu ahaa
Markuu indhohoo ku shan ah
dadkeenna ugaadhsan jiray
Xabaalo ku aasi jiray
Haweenka aroosan jiray
Adoon indhahaagu sare
Kollaba wax u eegi Karin
Halkuu rabo aadi jiray
Agoonta xaqeeda iyo
Ammaanada boo ijirey
Markay oligooda dheer
Okhole kaa buuxsadeen
Dadkii badi iil dhigeen
Markay oday iyo islaan
Wadaad iyo ooridii
Eedaad iyo ciil badeen


Anaa ax idhoo damqaday
Ablayda anaa ransady
Anaa gurigaaga imid
Anaa “noqon mayso” idhi
Anaa orgobkii wajahay
Anaa eryadoo didsaday
Dadkaagii aamusnaa
Sidii adhi tuunsanaa
Afkoodu laxaamadnaa
Ilayska anaa dul sudhay
Anaa askartaada faray
Dagaal loo aayo rida
Ilaah talo saarta oo
Ka kaca anigaa ku idhi
Anaa olloggaaga noqon
Ardaaga duleedka iyo
Agtaadaan taaganahay
Abaabulka hoose iyo
Anshaxa militariga iyo
Qaanuunka anaa u akhriyey

Ul iyo diir inaynnu nahay
In aan isku aabbo nahay
Dhashii Afrikaanka nahay
Anoo malahay ahaa
Anaa ambaqaaday talo
Inaad aragtaan xornimo
Dantayda intaan ag maray
Anoon cid ii ogayn
Anaa oriyoo cartamay
Calooli’i ooyi jiray
Baroor ku asqoobi jiray

Runtuna waxy aaddan tahay
Anaa guray oodihii
Anaa faqay uubihii
Aaraadamta kugu ahaa
Adduunka anaa ku baray
Anaa ehel kuu noqdee
adigu waxba maad ogayn
Anaa heeso kuu alkumay
Anaa eryey dhuudhigii
Jidhkaaga ku uummanaa
Anaa usha kuu qabtee
Ilaahay haddaan ka baqo
Adigu waxba maad ogeyn
Indhoole damaad ahayd

Intaad aflgaado iyo
Dacaayad la oogantahay
Abaalkaan kuu galiyo
Xilkaagaad oofin lahayd
Waxaad soo aragtay iyo
Raadkaad dib u eggilayd
Sidaan arxan kuugu galay
Dhakhsaad ashahaadanlayd
Islaamkaad ku biirilayd
Xajkaad ila aadilayd
Reerkaad ila oodilayd
Itaal aan ku tiirsadiyo
Abbaad ii noqon lahayd (ab bad and  not aabbo))

Runituna waxa aaddan tahay
Qofkii loo galay abaal
Ninkii loo falay asxaan
Hadduu asal fiican yahay
Inuu fuliyaa ekoon
Awoodi haddaani jirin
Wax garashadu awdan tahay
Inuu iska aammusuu
Afkiisa xidhaa habboon
Waxaad tidhi aragtidaa
Muxuu asaraarkani qaban
Maahamaah odaybaa tidhaa
Wixii uurkaaga jira
Afkaagu intuu san dhihin
Ayuu kuu ammaano yahay
Waa kaa umalkii fatahay
Calooshaadaan ogahay

Runtuna waxay addan tahay
Dabaylaha awooda leh iyo
Ummuuraha igu habsaday
Wakhtigan igu foolka adag
Abaaraha taagan iyo
Sidaan adhaxda uga jabay
Arrooorida aan u baxay
Babaydhyada dhaxantan adag   
Haddii Rabbi soo afjaro
Eedaadkaan soo mutiyo
Sidii l’ii wada agmaray
Sidaan arxan laygu gelin
Maxay indho ii fureen
Aqoon igu biiriyeen
Ogaaday halkaan fadhiyo
Kobtay agabtadyu taal
Ninkii ehel ii noqdee
Baroordiiq ila agyimid
Ninkii istareexay ee
Itaal ii sheegtay ee
Intuu waran igu arjumay
Weliba axankayga raba
Afwaynta markuu u dhaco
Haddeer waan aqaan (or do I?)

Runtuna waxay aaddan tahay
Awoodda markaan lahaa
Xooggeygu markuu adkaa
Amiirka markaan ahaa
Geeskiyo agagaarka dhow
Markaan ka atoorin jirey
Anoon cidna eed ka qabin
Iskay u tallaabsan jirey
Markaan dib u eego talo,
Siduu waayuhu ahaa
Caloosha ka ooyey yaa
Xasuus la’ilmeeyeyaa
Dhacdada ku asqoobayaa

Haddeerna ma iilannoo
Ma soo rogan oodda weli
Rajaan eemammaynayaa
Wax baan meel ka eegayaa
Addoon waxan ahay dacwiyey
Qabuulka Allaa iska le
Intaad eegtaan samada 
Aamiin wada dhaha ducada
Allahayoow naga ajiib

Ardooy adiguna i maqal
Adaa aflagaado falay
Afkiyo madaxaba ka weyn
Aqoontaadaa ku tidihi
Garaadkaagaa inta ah
Ha’ii wadin sheekadee
Halkaa arrintaa ku dhaaf
Ammaana Allee ka soco
Kacoo gurigaaga aad
Is arag kale iyo hadhow
Xasuus iyo aayeheed
Anaa kugu soo war celin

Ka shub, (you….xxxxx) !!!
  
Dr. Abdirahman Beileh
E-mail: A.BEILEH@afdb.org

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