Grigori Rasputin
Former Somali Minister of Mismanagement & Misinfo.
Staff Member
Wariyaha SomaliSpot
That professor guy in Somalia remind me of @AbdiJohnson and @EternalLightX .... Look what the bastard told him
[B]"Somalis are tough, brave, resilient, intellectually agile, generous-hearted, hospitable and hilariously funny. They are also fiercely proud, stubborn, chauvinistic and frequently xenophobic. I remember speaking to an academic about the Somali views of foreigners. “For us, all the other Africans are slaves,” he said nonchalantly. “Islam gives us this pride, this supremacy thing. We think we’re better than everyone. The Quran says all these kufar [infidels] are nothing.” As a Somali ambassador in Europe once said to me: “Somalis are the most unrealistic people on earth.” Colleagues routinely called me gaal, or infidel. One used to call me jokingly his “white ” in front of senior officials and ministers. There were times when ruefully I recalled Hanley’s comment: “They are a race to be admired, if hard to love.”":gucciwhat::bell::comeon:[/B]
Why he gotta lie about the DEEN? Its not the Deen that makes us xenophobic its our shared war-loving minds because we live in a harsh conditions and we suffer severe scarcity.
What an asshole!
He would never say that front of other Somalis but he said this to the cadaan when no one was around. OHHHHHH! how I wish I was there, I would've insulted his ass..AAAAAAKH-TUFF! ya ilma Xaaraan!
This part here tho!
..That cat that called a "white nigga" has restored our unrelenting confidence and pride. No Kenyan or Nigerian would ever dare call him that or have the mental frame to look down on him. They would constantly call him "Sir".
Colleagues routinely called me gaal, or infidel. One used to call me jokingly his “white ” in front of senior officials and minister
Now he wants to talk about our food..."Over time, food became an obsession. Day after day, the sight of yet another plastic container containing another gristly knuckle of goat perched on a mound of sweaty rice dampened morale. Government rations included little fruit or vegetables. I used to call it the Mogadishu Weight Loss Programme and, returning from leave, would fill my suitcase with microwave porridge, muesli, Kenyan coffee, tea, peanut butter, chilli sauce, mayonnaise, pickle and as much chocolate as I could squeeze in. Fried fish and camel were always treats. In the unlikely event of constipation, nothing beat the ferocious laxative of camel’s milk."
Here here reveals the ultimate ceeb, the fact that Ugandan soldiers are stationed inside the most intimidate institution of the Somalis, Villa Somalia (@waraabe you are right brother, they are in a state of colonization and they dare wanna have SL join this occupied Presidential Palace)..".In the fiercest months of April, May and June, the heat gets to you. It comes on in layers, bludgeoning the life out of the sky, dazing you with white light. Then there are the evenings, frequently balmy to the point of blissful. While friends at home moaned of wind, rain and cold, I opened my front door onto the lush green enclave of the presidential gardens. Jasmine, flame-red, orange and pink bougainvillaea, neem trees, palms and banana trees. What better way to exercise than a 20-minute evening run around the compound among swooping kites and scavenging crowds of ibis, greeting cheery Ugandan soldiers camped within Villa Somalia? In the gloaming, bats flitted through the shadows like discarded commas. Mosques and slender minarets glowed and glimmered like beacons. Dusk brought serenity."
He goes on to reference an Irish colonial officer in Somalia who wrote ...".“Nobody could keep sane in that arid world,” Hanley wrote of his time in Somalia. An official report found that every one of his fellow officers in the Somali interior was “slightly to violently unbalanced”. Shattered by solitude, burnt up by the desert heat, surrounded by murderous tribes with age-old blood feuds, a number of them eventually raised a pistol to their temple and blew their brains out. The cultural dislocation, prolonged isolation and sun-fired wilderness were too much to endure."
You got feminist like @EternalLightX and @VixR dilarious with their Western mentality and not understanding our forefathers ...Take a look at this Gardner of Villa Somalia for the past 50 yearts .. "long conversations with my old friend Sheikh Ahmed Mursal Adam, the presidential gardener since the 1950s and surely one of the most vigorous Somali men of recent years (he can count 257 children and grandchildren; spare a thought for his 41, mostly discarded, wives);"
[B]"Somalis are tough, brave, resilient, intellectually agile, generous-hearted, hospitable and hilariously funny. They are also fiercely proud, stubborn, chauvinistic and frequently xenophobic. I remember speaking to an academic about the Somali views of foreigners. “For us, all the other Africans are slaves,” he said nonchalantly. “Islam gives us this pride, this supremacy thing. We think we’re better than everyone. The Quran says all these kufar [infidels] are nothing.” As a Somali ambassador in Europe once said to me: “Somalis are the most unrealistic people on earth.” Colleagues routinely called me gaal, or infidel. One used to call me jokingly his “white ” in front of senior officials and ministers. There were times when ruefully I recalled Hanley’s comment: “They are a race to be admired, if hard to love.”":gucciwhat::bell::comeon:[/B]
Why he gotta lie about the DEEN? Its not the Deen that makes us xenophobic its our shared war-loving minds because we live in a harsh conditions and we suffer severe scarcity.
What an asshole!
He would never say that front of other Somalis but he said this to the cadaan when no one was around. OHHHHHH! how I wish I was there, I would've insulted his ass..AAAAAAKH-TUFF! ya ilma Xaaraan!
This part here tho!
..That cat that called a "white nigga" has restored our unrelenting confidence and pride. No Kenyan or Nigerian would ever dare call him that or have the mental frame to look down on him. They would constantly call him "Sir".Colleagues routinely called me gaal, or infidel. One used to call me jokingly his “white ” in front of senior officials and minister
Now he wants to talk about our food..."Over time, food became an obsession. Day after day, the sight of yet another plastic container containing another gristly knuckle of goat perched on a mound of sweaty rice dampened morale. Government rations included little fruit or vegetables. I used to call it the Mogadishu Weight Loss Programme and, returning from leave, would fill my suitcase with microwave porridge, muesli, Kenyan coffee, tea, peanut butter, chilli sauce, mayonnaise, pickle and as much chocolate as I could squeeze in. Fried fish and camel were always treats. In the unlikely event of constipation, nothing beat the ferocious laxative of camel’s milk."
Here here reveals the ultimate ceeb, the fact that Ugandan soldiers are stationed inside the most intimidate institution of the Somalis, Villa Somalia (@waraabe you are right brother, they are in a state of colonization and they dare wanna have SL join this occupied Presidential Palace)..".In the fiercest months of April, May and June, the heat gets to you. It comes on in layers, bludgeoning the life out of the sky, dazing you with white light. Then there are the evenings, frequently balmy to the point of blissful. While friends at home moaned of wind, rain and cold, I opened my front door onto the lush green enclave of the presidential gardens. Jasmine, flame-red, orange and pink bougainvillaea, neem trees, palms and banana trees. What better way to exercise than a 20-minute evening run around the compound among swooping kites and scavenging crowds of ibis, greeting cheery Ugandan soldiers camped within Villa Somalia? In the gloaming, bats flitted through the shadows like discarded commas. Mosques and slender minarets glowed and glimmered like beacons. Dusk brought serenity."
He goes on to reference an Irish colonial officer in Somalia who wrote ...".“Nobody could keep sane in that arid world,” Hanley wrote of his time in Somalia. An official report found that every one of his fellow officers in the Somali interior was “slightly to violently unbalanced”. Shattered by solitude, burnt up by the desert heat, surrounded by murderous tribes with age-old blood feuds, a number of them eventually raised a pistol to their temple and blew their brains out. The cultural dislocation, prolonged isolation and sun-fired wilderness were too much to endure."
You got feminist like @EternalLightX and @VixR dilarious with their Western mentality and not understanding our forefathers ...Take a look at this Gardner of Villa Somalia for the past 50 yearts .. "long conversations with my old friend Sheikh Ahmed Mursal Adam, the presidential gardener since the 1950s and surely one of the most vigorous Somali men of recent years (he can count 257 children and grandchildren; spare a thought for his 41, mostly discarded, wives);"
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she's bleeding with rage
