As the last Somalia man faced his demise, he decided to tape-record how he was an eyewitness to the collapse and disappearance of his race on african soil. He asks, rhetorically, what happened to my whole race of people, how were we forced into extinction? The following is his testament:
Now that I am the only survivor of our race and I can’t hurt anyone’s feelings anymore, I CAN SAY WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID! LET THE TRUTH BE KNOWN! Our demise as a race WAS NOT AN EVENT; it was a PROCESS. A SLOW PROCESS THAT TOOK YEARS!
We refused to unite with one another, letting out affiliations on TRIBE separate us-, one was a hawiye , one a daarood , dir and digil&mirif the dark ones didn’t like the light skinned one,ones suufi one atxaad one usc one sdf,snm, one somaliland one buntland and so on. We all worshipped the same; most believed in islam we did not fallow the silamic way of life , what happen to our peoble is above all, paved the way for our psychological extinction. Other peoble united along racial, economic and cultural lines, and religes but we could not or would not.
It was very strange to see us in all of our odd behavior and skewed thinking in the last days. We had been a pure, unadulterated people before the invaders. We were such a Blacknificent people, but the invaders not only invaded our land, worst, they invaded our minds and contaminated our hearts. We descended into thinking of ourselves as "gaajo" as “third world�, and living in a “crib�. We cherished out "qabiil"’ . Our descent was swift because we had given up our cultural values. We formed all of these little groups "qabiil" who talked big but produced nothing concrete-no schools, convention centers, restaurants, hotels, bus lines, or manufacturing plants.nathing
We all spent our money lavishly and foolishly; somalian men spent most of their money for "qaaraan" that put them deep in debt. They bought these "tikniko and gans" to kil one another, to . They, unknowingly, made there country trash. They were "tikniko and guns rich but land poor. There were reports that they spent more on there 'tikniko and guns than he spent on the education of there children.
The Somalian man also spent enormous amounts of his money on "khaad" l and "hashiish" Apparently, his pain and psychological self-hatred were too much for him to bear. Look at how much marijuanahe smoked, marijuana and" khaad "laced with deadly chemicals which destroyed his perception, personality, and his genetic potential (his children were born with many emotional, psychological and intellectual deficiencies).
The Somalian woman, also majestic as the mother of all races and civilizations, lost sight of her authentic self. She started imitating the women of other races—it is difficult for me to talk about all this, but I must leave at least a taped message as a legacy about my people.
The somalianwoman spent billions of dollars in what was called beauty parlors and "dirac and gabasaar"fransaawe". She never really realized she was the original beauty queen and everyone modeled her image. She spent large sums of money on clothes and made unwise use of her money, buying bleaching creams, hair dyes and, especially, getting her nails painted. How economically foolish.
A silent way her money left the community was through her excessive use of the telephone and new" fransaawe." for every party This was money spent that was never talked about in any business magazine or economic classes. I went back and looked at all the telephone bills of somalian in world and the money spent on the phone alone could have enabled the race to rebuild and restore Africa completely.
In the area of worlord in somalia , both male and female are to blame for the building of more worlord than was needed. Oh! I know this tape will hurt the feelings of any who finds it. The naïve somalian people thought they were praising the heavens by building all these warlords . What a mistake! Our people were merely making their enemies and "ethiopian and kenyan richer and richer. In other words, other cauntrys were the beneficiaries of somalian mismanagement of financial resources.
Time is running out, I must hurry! Another critical area that hurt us was food consumption. My race continued to eat foods that were “death foods�, foods contaminated with chemicals and other toxins. They ate lots of wast and toxic chemical in our indian ocian sea and juba and shabele river, . How pitiful! In the last days, somalian people became so sick and out of food . They drank dirty water and untold mounds of toxic milk , . As a result, and over time, many got sick and dia
Above all this, the somalian man and somalian woman refused to listen to their" culumo u diin" warrior and islamic scholars, islamic-centered psychologists and educators. These warriors, psychologists and educators wanted to restore our thinking about the importance of remembering our ancestors, educating our children through reading to them "diin" and building their identify and self esteem.
Those who had our interests at heart fought night and day to get us to change for our own good, but the media (television, radio and the newspaper)(dayniile , allpuntiland , womaliwayn, allsomaliland, iwm had us brainwashed against our leaders and ourselves. BBC radio stations, in particular were actually against us: many only talk to only warlord C\laahi yusuf , Goobaale, caydiid suudi yalaxoow, qanyare and gave us no relevant survival information .
Well, the tape had about run out and, I must admit, it is a very sad day for me, as The Last SOMALIAN Man Standing. I am so very sorry to have to say all these things about the demise of my somalian race. We were a very beautiful and loving people but, oh! What a hardheaded and stubborn people we were. It seemed as though we were on a non-stop path of self-destruction.
I am sorry to have to report all of this...Wait! What! Who! Is that a somalian Woman! Someone else survived! Impossible! Maybe if she and I can examine all the mistakes of our people, and nor repeat them, perhaps we could…
IT IS NOT TOO LATE TO CHANGE, SOMALIA PEOPLE, BUT TIME IS RUNNING OUT!! DON’T MAKE THIS STORY COME TRUE!
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