The Split – Lip Government Of Mr.Silanyo by Yusuf Deyr

Reading the desperate face of the lay – man on the street is my favourite book. Using his tongue as a pen inked with twisted tears, deep, deep from his heart. As we share and have many things in common. That is why his agony and scream shivers my spine. His coughing and sneezing opens my eyes to see, and entices my brain to visualize. Then I noose around and apply all my senses to snoop. If I set aside all negativity, and redeem all sins. Still, I smell blood in the water. We have fallen a prey to the teeth – grip of some wicked heartless interest – group that are chocking with their throat. Ignorant elements that are trying to mess up both. Our arrival to life, and our departure to heaven. All their intention is to get rich on our behalf, and to rip us off, of all our rights, identity, aspirations, inspirations, and faith without our consent. Wearing ear – rings, in the belief that it will blind the eye – sight of the masses. So that, theycan act against our wish and demands.

We are conquered by a cunning fox with a dual citizenship. who carries in his pocket a federalist pin – code, as well as a sovereignty ID Card. Hungry for revenge, and retaliation. Mr.Silanyo, thank you for your logo of your Kulmiye – Party, which is shaking hands with Mogadishu. You have pleaded guilty to unlawful confinement of democracy and freedom of speech; by flashing all those startling revelations of wrongdoing like terrorizing the Hubal Newspaper.Mr.Silanyo, in the new Worldof the Internet; where there is no walls and fences; who needs windows and gates? Instead of forwarding well cherished opinions, and fruitful ideas, to uplift our hope and aspirations. You are stamping out dirty words through dirty mouths. Dear country men, we are conquered by wild mosquitoes hungry for pain and blood. False prophets which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly, they are ravening wolves. A fox has a hole, a bird has a net, but the son of Somaliland has nowhere to lay his head. They are practicing those cruel jokesof intimidation to satisfy their constant hunger and poverty. Mr.Silanyo, I assure you that you will never be happier, even if you achieve those goals, and free yourself from the constant greed and poverty. You will always be engaged in seeking more of this or that. Because, money can’t buy you friends, but it will make a better class of enemy.

Previous Back – breaking years is enough ordeal for a nation that never seen the light of the day time, since 1960; and now on the edge of falling apart. We are strangled by a World wide conspiracy of Mr.Silanyo, and the International Community. Trying to blackmail us with the enforcement of that boggy, failed unity, and that false dream of Great Somalia. Otherwise,they will impose economic sanctions on us, and will associate us with Al – Shabab.Or will divide Somaliland into tribal segments, and plant seeds of hatred and malice among family and friends.Dear reader, Since the arrival of Mr.Silanyo, the Oasis of peace and stability crumbled under the weight of it’s own decayed leadership. The democratic State with multi – party System fractured in to segments, tribes, clans, and regions. All in a Tug – of – War.

A decayed leadership that cracking the society and dividing them; instead of gluing them together. Today, the political climate of Somaliland is so toxic with various factions and divisions, each individually fighting for it’s own rights. Intentionally planned by the International Community and Mr.Silanyo. To speed up the down fall of what we cherished for decades with beads of sweat and hard work. Mr.Lily White, little pitchers have big ears. We know that if our aunt In Mogadishu had balls, she would be our uncle.You are compelling us to reunite with those wolves who had swept our hearts with forks and knives.

Those who had taken the love of our hearts, and put water in our veins. Those who had stolen the gold teeth from the dead bodies of the Italian – Cemetary in Mogadishu. Skinned and buried alive some innocent, armless civilians, and pierced needles in to their eyes. Mr.Lily White, Today, nothing is in the hands of Mr.Silanyo. The decision maker is that thirty years old, boy or girl that his sister was raped and his father and mother was killed infront of him in their back – yard. Sir, Justices delayed is justice denied.You can take a horse to a water, but you can’t make him drink.Dear country men, we need urgently to unite our vital forces as Somalilanders; and build a protective barrier to shield us from their ill deceived scheme of falling apart. Those who attain to any marked degree of excellence of a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard in a hurry, either a prince or a peasant. We need to reassemble and mobilize again our salvation Army as soon as can be possible. Mr.Silanyo, you can’t change your past, but you can try to ruin the present.

Thank you for your atonement to the wolves in Mogadishu. History is now and England. The air hung thick and cold around your table.Mr.Lily White man, we are aware that you believe that the hand that breaks the cradle is the hand that rules the World. But bear in mind that Somalilanders are birds that have no respect for boundaries. Fences are nothing to those who can fly. Everyone knows where his shoes pinches. Please don’t fan the flame that supports the fire. Too far east is west. If you impose on us your heavy tax, you will wear out your warm welcome. Please don’t shake my tree and don’t break my cradle of peace tranquility, and stability. Your cure is more dangerous than the disease.To reshape again that false dream of Great Somalia, is adding fuel to the fire.

That will result a constant restlessness in the horn of Africa. To recognize the Government of Mogadishu is to accord terrorists, a status and dignity that they don’t deserve. At the same time, ignoring the legitimacy of an elected president and elected parliament in a fair democratic process in Somaliland.Mr.Silanyo, history is now and England. You can’t change your past; but you can try to ruin the present. The air hung thick and cold around your table. Every rising sun in your rule and reign is another nail in our coffin.

Dear country men, a diplomatic language is a bit more complicated than the perception of Mr.Herse with the Jack – Knife. Today, the World speaks three diplomatic languages. The diplomatic language of the West, and the diplomatic language of the East. Each language was created over centuries of negociations.

Each has it’s own dialogue developed through it’s own set of traditions, religions, and customs. When parties from the West meet with parties from the east, they are not speaking the same diplomatic language. Before now, the West got what it wanted because it had the stronger position. That approach is changing right now. Both sides approaching an equilibrium. The third diplomatic language is the African one. It is a gesture, it is a fashion – show and exhibition of elegancy of suits, Neck – Ties, gold – rings, and watches. There is a newly introduced diplomatic language spoken by the Split – Lip Government of Somaliland, adopted and introduced by the stutterer, Mr.Silanyo and his shadow, Mr.Herse.

 It is a Trash – Talk – Conversation of the Jaat – consumers. It is, he said;and I said. It has nothing to do with the Codifications of the Vienna Convention. There is no a written record or archives, no agenda, no strategy, no transparency, and no credibility at all, whatsoever. Mr.Herse, diplomatic language depends on your intelligence to make accurate judgments. Spying is a natural part of the game. Mr.Herse, can you tell us, what is your Iq or brain – power? What is your score in your Influid – Intelligence, and your Crystalized – Intelligence? Watch out your language, from now and onwards. You are making business with a lettered – man from Harvard University, as we have been briefed by the Oval – Office of Mr.Silanyo. Who has been appointed as the new Foreign Affairs Minister of Somaliland. Talk like a leader and walk like a leader, not like a restaurant – waiter inYaroowe village. He is a wise child who knows his own father.

Dear reader, genetically, I have born with a Split – Lip that used to irritate me whenever I try to seduce or to have sweet – talk with girls of my age. I always encountered with their teasing, mimic, and contemptuousbody – language of scorn and ridicule, inrush. Owing to that, I decided recently to have plastic surgery for cosmetic reasons to avoid the giggling of the silly school girls. Last Sunday I had my surgery plastic operation in Ankara, Turkey. Since then it hurts me when I move my lips in certain ways and the wound is still there. The surgery Doctor advised me to rinse my mouth with salt – water three times a day, as a healing process. I arrived back yesterday from Turkey while my girl – friend as well as family, and friends were waiting me at Hargeisa Air – Port. I hugged and kissed my girl friend in public, as an expression of my deep love. But unfortunately, she made me down infront of the spectators. By tossing my head back, angrily, saying in a loud voice, “ your kiss is salty and have a strong distaste.” I blink my eyes and stared up the sky as a protest to Allah.

Cursing privately with sealed lips, everybody around, who caught the attention. Then, unexpectedly one of the spectators exclaimed loudly, “ what is wrong, the whole country is run by a Split – Lip Government, and headed by a stutterer president who always stammers repeatedly with the same false – optimism? The man said again, Mr.Silanyo knows that, if our aunt in Mogadishu had balls, she would be our uncle. Busines as before, six bonds agreement. Wewill tell you later.”Mr.Silanyo, you can’t hold two watermelon in one hand, but Mr.Herse can do it.No matter, how thin you slice it, it is still a baloney. It is an ill wind that blows nobody any good.Your side of the road is always dusty.
 

Yusuf Deyr,
Edmonton, Canada