The 16th of August is the beginning of the Somali year; on this day, it is the custom of the menfolk to come out in different tribal groups, well-armed, and make a feint against each other. Before the feast, the elders came to me to ask for permission to hold this extraordinary feast and for a permit to carry arms; they assured me that at the end of the feast, all arms were to be brought back into custody. It meant that all the citizens (about two thousand persons) would be armed in one day. It was a test and I tried it.
The four tribes of Scingani quarter, strong, of about two hundred young people, dressed like warriors; the elders walked in the front of their respective tribes, inspiring the youngsters to sing and dance...
To my astonishment, and my emotions were great when the groups paused in front of me, raising their arms towards me, chanting “Ao-Filo” („ao‟ meaning father and Filo being short for Filonardi) and there was a chorus of good wishes for my power. My satisfaction was immense, I would never have hoped so much and was unable to stop some tears. I did not, therefore, work for nothing, and if in Italy it is not recognised, luckily the Somalis recognise [my work].
Later on, the four tribes of the Hamarweyn followed the same ceremony. Being the most populated and richer quarter, the various groups were more, greater in number and were better equipped, it was a splendid show.