Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I am one such Somali, holding a foreign passport, working for an NGO and living in Hargeisa. I share house with 6 colleagues from: Kenya, Uganda, USA, Denmark and Zimbabwe. I also have few expatriate Somali friends and I am organising my first party at the house. My Somali friends told me not to organise the party at the house coz of the embarrassment of being turned away from house parties. I spoke to the fake police guards last night informing them of my party plans and they said there won't be a problem letting my Somali friends in (like I am asking for an effing permission). Then this morning I found out they have been replaced with new ones, I don't think there is a conspiracy but better get this little issue straightened. So I had a meeting today with the area manager and head of security. The area manager, an Australian woman, doesn't understand why Somalis won't let other Somalis into parties and assured me it is not an organisational policy to turn any one away coz of their nationality. Head of security, a Somali man, is going to speak to the fake police to mind their business and not turn anyone away. I am so curious to see what happens tomorrow night, I am wearing my skinny jeans and kicking boots, just in case.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The icing on the cake, Hadraawi, the recited his poem, shame there was no subtitle.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
A month ago, I was in Johannesburg dreaming about working in Mogadishu and in talks with the Ministry of International Cooperation. They didn’t get back to me in time with a concrete offer so I decided to take another offer with an NGO, for a post that is actually more suited to my area of work and interest.
I am here now, with an opportunity to learn from people on the ground and I am keen to hear what they have to say. My first impression tho, is that people here, like Puntland and the rest of Somalia, just wanna get on with their lives.
I am used to borders, born in Kenya, grew up between Kenya, Somalia, and Uganda. Went to school in China, lived most of my life in the UK, and a bit in Mozambique and South Africa. Borders don't mean much to me but it seems in Somaliland, it is everything. Maybe people here know something I don't know, I am all ears.
Friday, July 8, 2011
in 1982, President Ahmadou Ahidjo of Cameroon was persuaded by a team of doctors in France, at least that was the informed gossip, that his health was so bad he was not likely to make it to the end of the year. Ahidjo stepped down and handed over power to his prime minister and preferred successor, Paul Biya.
Two years later, Ahidjo found himself still alive, indeed, in good health and being ignored by Mr Biya.
He then tried to stage a coup d'etat; it failed and he ended up in lonely exile in Senegal where he died almost 20 years later.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
She dropped me at her place and left for lunch with family. I was exhausted from a week of parties and packing up my life in Maputo and I collapsed. When Lindi got back around 5pm, she found a note under the gate with address of where the car was dumped! We immediately drove to the address and sure enough, her car was sitting there minus 2 back wheels, radio and speakers, battery, and her Ipod! While we were driving there, we called the police to ask them to come with us as we didn't know what to expect. The police officer on the phone had no clue where that address was!! We calmly pointed her to find a map and to send us police officers, if she did not mind. She reluctantly said she wud send officers. That never happend. So, we drove past the car and decided to go get a back up, 2 of Lindi's friends. While driving there, we came across police van and asked them to come with us. They did and we all realised the only way to get the car out of that neighbourhood was to tow it. Luckily, the police officers promised to take care of that.
What a way to start my new life in Joburg! At least, I got an authentic Joburg-style welcome.