Told her I was from Harar

[land owner]

Thicc foreign qumayo: what country are you originally from?

Me: jilib, small little country in Eastern Africa

Thicc foreign qumayo: umm I just googled jilib and it’s a town in Somalia, why couldn’t you have just said Soma-

Me:

 

[Bohol]

kkkkkk for me it is the opposite. I once got hired in a company just for being a Somali (the boss was south Asian Muslim) and he told me to invite more Somalis if they are interested in it. Being a Somali is very popular among Muslims irl, don't let social media confuse you.

 

[CaliTedesse]

kkkkkk for me it is the opposite. I once got hired in a company just for being a Somali (the boss was south Asian Muslim) and he told me to invite more Somalis if they are interested in it. Being a Somali is very popular among Muslims irl, don't let social media confuse you.

Yes bro among Muslims it is they favour Somalis over other ethnics especially South East Asian Muslims.

 

[Tukraq]

somalia is more popular then Ethiopia

 

[CaliTedesse]

somalia is more popular then Ethiopia

Depends on what country and demographics and what kind of popularity.

 

[Tukraq]

Depends on what country and demographics and what kind of popularity.

worldwide, its not conditional lol everyone knows somalia

 

[Bohol]

somalia is more popular then Ethiopia

If he saw how Ethiopians are treated in places like UAE & Saudi Arabia he wouldn't claim them.

 

[Tukraq]

If he saw how Ethiopians are treated in places like UAE & Saudi Arabia he wouldn't claim them.

the stark difference is so funny

 

[CaliTedesse]

@Bohol @Tukraq thats why I say depends on country and demographics. most Cadaans have more respect for Ethiopia than Somalia. I live country and in city with largely cadaans iyo gaalo. its not like Uk where people are used to Somalis or Malaysia.

 

[Tukraq]

@Bohol @Tukraq thats why I say depends on country and demographics. most Cadaans have more respect for Ethiopia than Somalia. I live country and in city with largely cadaans iyo gaalo. its not like Uk where people are used to Somalis or Malaysia.

caddans have heard more of somalia than Ethiopia by far wtf, and who cares about their "respect"

 

[CaliTedesse]

Yall think I would claim Ethiopian in wadamada Carabta lol Carab people are one and the same with us Soomaal. Carab baynu nahay

 

[CaliTedesse]

caddans have heard more of somalia than Ethiopia by far wtf, and who cares about their "respect"

Id rather be from unknown country than known for terrorism, famine, FGM iyo pirates sxb.

 

[Tukraq]

Id rather be from unknown country than known for terrorism, famine, FGM iyo pirates sxb.

nope coming from the most dangerous country in the world and "hardest struggle" is very favorable and useful in the west and I take full advantage

 

[CaliTedesse]

nope coming from the most dangerous country in the world and "hardest struggle" is very favorable and useful in the west and I take full advantage

kkkkkk you must be ciyaal darbi jiif. I disagree

 

[Formning1]

Pro Said Samatar
My Dostoyevsky Syndrome: How I
Escaped Being a Self-Hating Somali

/.../ All of the above — from a hellish continent to a humiliating career to a hopeless country to a hapless elite — conspired in a nefarious cabal to saddle me with a crushing load of self-doubt. I hit the depths of a spir- itual low, and hence the looming nightmare of self-hate in the offing.

when I proceeded to conceal my national identity as a Somali. Yes, I variously posed as an Eritrean, an Ethiopian, and a Sudanese; but then I lurched back violently when Eritrea plunged into war and misery, the Ethiopian government started killing university students en masse, and the Sudan lapsed into an interminable racial and religious conflict. I began to wonder what country is left that could serve as a creditable camouflage for my concealment; whereupon, I hit upon Kenya as a reasonable comer for self-hiding. So, I began to claim to be a Masai, on the grounds that of all Kenyans, a Masai is easiest for a Somali to impersonate! For one thing, their physical looks and pastoral lifestyle resemble those of the Somalis to a remarkable degree. For another, no Masai sojourned at my university, making the risk of exposure rather low. Quite confident in reinventing myself as a Masai, I pulled off the shelf a couple of works on the Masai and joyously reread the wonders of Masai life and lore. In this endeavor of happy fraud, I particularly feasted on Joseph Thompson’s account, in the 1880s, of the Masai’s beautifully bucolic life. The only feature of Masai culture that worried me concerned the requirement to confront and kill a lion with a spear single-handedly, as a Masai warrior must in order to earn eligibility for marriage. Still, I relished the description of the life of the last great Lai- bon, or Prophet-chief and Boss-Universal, with his one hundred ador- ing wife-lasses, a realization that served to inflame my sexual cupidity! But another thought accompanied and doused with frigid waters my inflamed libido. I remembered that the consumption of cow blood occupies a key place in Masai culinary arts. This cut against the Quranic injunctions against eating blood, causing the Islamic residue in my makeup to rebel. So, I stopped being a Masai and tried Rwanda (the author of this piece truly did sustain these mental lacerations). Though I was not too crazy about getting mixed up in the Hutu/Tutsi bouts of bloody feuds, I could cover up easily as a Tutsi, the Watutsi being lost Somalis, or at any rate, lost Cushites, and therefore bear a striking physical resemblance to Somalis. I stayed comfortable in my new identity as a Tutsi for a season. Then, disaster. The Ebola mystery, an incurable plague, far deadlier than AIDS, broke out in neighboring Democratic Republic of the Congo, threatening to engulf western Rwanda. The Congo that boasted the dubious distinction of being the birthplace of AIDS, obliged once again to give the world the new gift of Ebola. This, together with the massacres of 1994, made Rwanda not so attractive an adopted country, after all.” ......

 

[CaliTedesse]

Pro Said Samatar
My Dostoyevsky Syndrome: How I
Escaped Being a Self-Hating Somali

/.../ All of the above — from a hellish continent to a humiliating career to a hopeless country to a hapless elite — conspired in a nefarious cabal to saddle me with a crushing load of self-doubt. I hit the depths of a spir- itual low, and hence the looming nightmare of self-hate in the offing.

when I proceeded to conceal my national identity as a Somali. Yes, I variously posed as an Eritrean, an Ethiopian, and a Sudanese; but then I lurched back violently when Eritrea plunged into war and misery, the Ethiopian government started killing university students en masse, and the Sudan lapsed into an interminable racial and religious conflict. I began to wonder what country is left that could serve as a creditable camouflage for my concealment; whereupon, I hit upon Kenya as a reasonable comer for self-hiding. So, I began to claim to be a Masai, on the grounds that of all Kenyans, a Masai is easiest for a Somali to impersonate! For one thing, their physical looks and pastoral lifestyle resemble those of the Somalis to a remarkable degree. For another, no Masai sojourned at my university, making the risk of exposure rather low. Quite confident in reinventing myself as a Masai, I pulled off the shelf a couple of works on the Masai and joyously reread the wonders of Masai life and lore. In this endeavor of happy fraud, I particularly feasted on Joseph Thompson’s account, in the 1880s, of the Masai’s beautifully bucolic life. The only feature of Masai culture that worried me concerned the requirement to confront and kill a lion with a spear single-handedly, as a Masai warrior must in order to earn eligibility for marriage. Still, I relished the description of the life of the last great Lai- bon, or Prophet-chief and Boss-Universal, with his one hundred ador- ing wife-lasses, a realization that served to inflame my sexual cupidity! But another thought accompanied and doused with frigid waters my inflamed libido. I remembered that the consumption of cow blood occupies a key place in Masai culinary arts. This cut against the Quranic injunctions against eating blood, causing the Islamic residue in my makeup to rebel. So, I stopped being a Masai and tried Rwanda (the author of this piece truly did sustain these mental lacerations). Though I was not too crazy about getting mixed up in the ****/Tutsi bouts of bloody feuds, I could cover up easily as a Tutsi, the Watutsi being lost Somalis, or at any rate, lost Cushites, and therefore bear a striking physical resemblance to Somalis. I stayed comfortable in my new identity as a Tutsi for a season. Then, disaster. The Ebola mystery, an incurable plague, far deadlier than AIDS, broke out in neighboring Democratic Republic of the Congo, threatening to engulf western Rwanda. The Congo that boasted the dubious distinction of being the birthplace of AIDS, obliged once again to give the world the new gift of Ebola. This, together with the massacres of 1994, made Rwanda not so attractive an adopted country, after all.” ......

That was an interesting read walle bille

 

[Reer-Bari]

Walle was talking to this Phillipine girl. At first I thought she was Latina only to tell she she's Filipino . She was very curious to where I was from. As I look like a noble Afro-Arab. Told her I was from Ethiopia. She was so happy when I said that. To my surprise she visited Ethiopia and Gondar areas. Waan naxay normally you don't find people who went to Ethiopia out here. Weliba Filipino imagine they come all the way from East Asia to see the great country of Ethiopia. That tells you a lot. She looked so happy meeting me. She really loved the country of Ethiopia for its food scenery and historical legacy. Told her I was from Harar. Walle I felt so good. I was thinking how that conversation would have went if I told her I was from Somalia. God forbid I don't even want to think about it. Sometimes I say Djibouti and some say "where is that." (It's better to be from not so known country than failed state) I answer "next to Ethiopia" and they understand.

Do you always tell truth about.your background.

One time told this Carribbean guy I was Ethiopian he kept talking about history of Ethiopia and praising me. Walle that felt good too.

Your a traitor. I would never claim anything but Somali