It's the great year of 1990. You're a 30 something year old Faarax in the prime of his life hailing from the noble Warsangali clan. You do the right thing and marry a God-fearing Warsangali woman from a good family. Not only is she Warsangali, but Bah Ogaayslaba through and through on both sides, just like you. A year into your marriage the great chimp out peaks and forces you to leave your home in Xamar. You desperately find a line into London and move there with your wife. 24 years later, your daughter has 6 flags in her bio.

identity issues... all that inbreeding and niggas ain't got shit to show for it