Alas! Such were times when the cybersphere teemed with inspired Somali bloggers! Has the slurping tongue of time assailed the old Somali bloggers of yore? Or have they, haggard and burdened by the tales they once told, limped off indignantly into the shadow fringes of obscurity?

Nay! I must desist thinking such detestful fate befell on them all! Perhaps, as lurks in nature be, some were maimed, perhaps some were martyred but YET, perhaps some were spared! Aha! The latter is most comforting to ponder…

O” ye that lurketh, I shout to you to make your presence known!

-Greetings, with or without your knowledge.

It’s just The Double that does it for me. Especially the paranoia that engulfs Golyadkin (i’ll call him senior) when a look-alike, and exact double miraculously materialises from thin air and turns up where he works. He suspects there is a very injurous conspirators who now want him to be replaced by his more versatile double. Thus, he must resist all scandalous attempts to unseat, and in his words, to be replaced ‘like a dirty rag’. Lol. The book is made up of two tragi-comic stories that makes for a delightful read that one must read, again and again. I promise you that you won’t be disappointed.

A sneak view of The Double’s Text

Alot has changed since I last blogged. I have since switched from being a city-boy to a village boy.  And now it only feels right to act like Edward from the League of Gentlemen :D  Just yesterday morning I went into a local shop and was asked to pay up for the carrying bag. Ofcourse I threw a tantrum but dashed out but then realised its the only shop in town. Lol.

Anyway, out here there is nothing else to do for fun but to blog. I shall do so since I have departed from FB.

Hope you’re all well and still sneezing.

It’s simply surprising to learn of the how many thoughts that could come into one’s mind merely because of a missed call. It’s equally difficult to make others to understand the dread  a single missed call fills me with. So, I mostly never tell a world. 

 However, I’d like to ask: what would you do if you find yourself in the middle of two extremes? Like finding yourself in between two good friends of yours who stand for political or religious causes too extreme to solve?

I am not talking about hypothetical scenarios but an actual situation. I can’t elaborate on it.

In the last video, I was present when Saalax Qaasim was recording the songs for a Somali TV in Sweden. I was, for awhile his student of Oud, but had to move away for studies.

I remember his warnings about my wanting to learn how to play the Oud. He would say ‘son, with your interest in Somali literature you may end up becoming deeply involved in Somali music’. Must go back to catch up with the old man.

That’s assuming that you’ve not all joined the ‘Dead Bloggers Club’.

How are you people? I am certainly good, caaddaasaan marayaa, as my cousins would say. I have been off blogging for sometime now to ‘hoard’ thoughts for a little side project I am working on; a book to be precise. It’s coming along well thus far. No writers block yet or anything approaching the severity of such misnomers.

Will be blogging constantly from hereon, Insha-Allah. Eager to share some thoughts (hopefully sagacious thoughts? ) with you on this blog. But till next time, have a good one.

PS: Insha-Allah I will reply to comments when I get the time. Been somewhat occupied lately but all’s good. Gotta run, Tarawiix’s starting in 10

- Algeria suicide bombing has claimed 43 lives

- Pakistan 23 people were killed in a suicide bombing that took place in a hopistal

- Afghanistan, the Taliban have attacked and killed 10 French soldiers kidnapping 2 also killed 1 British soldier

- Somalia, 5 people were killed when a military base was hit by a mortar attack

- Iraq, a senior Islamic cleric was killed by gunmen

She sings:

Wadnahayga jacalku (In my heart love has)

Wadaduu ka samaystay (Created an in-road

Weylaha ka arooree (On which the ’ cattle’ take to waters)

Kuwa dhiigga wareeja (The organs circulating blood)

Halbowlaha ma waraabshaan (Do not feed the arteries)

Shaqadii isla waayoo (Are no longer working now ) Naf la weyrixinaayo (The soul that is being enraged )

Haku wiirsan walaaloow (You shan’t treat with mockery, dear )

Warka maad iga qaadid (So why don’t hear my message)

PS: Rough translation of Ismahaam’s first verse. Contextualized translation more.

More to come soon…Insha-Allah

Having my topics deleted because it had my blog as a source link and being told you are advertising your blog is ridiculous really. Quite unacceptable, too.

Goodbye friends in SOL.