Look how they massacred such a Beautiful and Honourable Language.
Somali was the fuel that burned the Fabric of Poetry and etched it firmly onto the Somali Peninsula to now a language that has been abandoned by its imported population and to make matters worse thrown around and reduced to silly, arbitrary slang
Imagine waking up one day from a nap in the living room by your gorgeous xalimo wife telling you that dinner is ready and you been mumbling in your sleep weird stuff like ācivil warā, āqabayaaladā, āfailed stateā and ārefugeeā.
You get up and look out of the balcony and see xamar caday in its pristine beauty unsullied by war.
You see your blessed kids playing on the beach without a worry in the world trying to get your attention
You ask your wife what year it is and she laughs and says ā its 2045 silly that sleep must of made you lil confusedā
Would be a nice dream huh