Firstly, Xamar isn't Somalia. But even if people refer to Xamar as developed it is a lie. Relative to its Horn capitals (Nairobi, Addis, Darusalam, Kampala), Xamar is put to shame. I bring up Xamar because that is supposed to be the beacon of development given it is the 'capital' right? Wrong. Xamar is a facade. Even more reason to move away from Xamar as our capital, to start afresh. Xamar simply doesn't have what it takes to be developed (Security wise).
Xamar has high rises, however high rises isn't indicative of progress (its actually to do with land pressure, Xamar being a city-state until 1991 meant naturally there is land scarcity). There are so much isbaaros that you genuinely feel unease casually walking, add to that those shaati caads and the constant fear of an explosion. Its a scarred land, wallahi I am not lying before I went I was beguiled by the TikTok and Youtube videos showing off all the progress, but the reality is the lack of safety puts those who aren't from there off, locals may have adapted to this, however those who aren't from there cannot.
I have stories which I cannot believe the level of moryaanism. Wallahi true story. My boy was waiting for me on the other side of an isbaaro, this askaari asked to check my bag, he looked as though he hadn't slept the night from eating khaat. I obeyed his command, let him check my bag and he let me go. As i was closing my bag and walking off my boy calls me and we start to communicate in.... English, given we are both diaspora. The askaari, in total shock as if I was speaking in Af-Jaajuus, first asked what language that was and then pointed the gun at me and said for me to walk the other way. The road was blocked off so I couldn't actually circumvent him and was effectively prevented from crossing. I called up my friend in shock, told him what happened and he said he will come over with a local. He eventually talked to him and promised I was just speaking English to communicate with him and that I was just a normal civilian. First taste of moryaan.
Second taste of moryaan is when the askaaris all crowded me in Shagaani because I took the wrong exit into an isbaaro road which was fully blocked. I had to call my boy again as a Wali. Any place you have to have a guardian to confirm your not a dodgy guy is not a place you want to live in. After a while a good-hearted head of Shagaani police officer, Cad Cad, saw I was visibly angry and spoke to me. I told him where I'm from PL, I can go from Bosaso to Galkayo with less than 10 check points where sometimes they dont even question you. I cannot walk 1 mile without 10 isbaaros. I told him Xamar is a Xabsi but you guys are too mentally enslaved to see it, walahi I was furious. He laughed and said PL is small-time compared to this big city. What's the value of a big metropolitan city if it comes at the cost of being paronoid?