Monday 31 October 2011

Kenya's Somali Invasion: Risks and Opportunities.

Of lately the commentariat are rife with opinions, warnings, caution and advice. Kenya’s Somali incursion generated a plethora of reactions, excitement and pandemonium. Kenya, for the first time in its history, is at war on a foreign soil. The Kenyan government alleges that it is pursuing Alshabaab militants responsible for a spate of recent kidnappings of its most prized guests- tourists and aid workers. The operation is christened Linda Nchi- Protect the Country. But the most astonishing aspect of all these developments; is the speed with which events unfolded: British couple was kidnapped, a wheel-chair bound French woman followed and two Spanish aid workers and then the Kenyan army was 100 kms into Somali soil. There are a lot of “firsts” here. It is the first time that the Kenyan army had been this far into Somali territory. It is also the first time that Kenya had reacted this strongly. Even in the wake of the deadly August 1998 Nairobi US embassy bombing, in which many Kenyan citizens lost life and limp, the reaction was comparably lukewarm.  Not to mention all the more routine Ethiopian tribesmen who cross into Kenya to raid livestock, kill and maim.

Hitherto Kenya was an oasis of peace and stability in a sea of conflict and anarchy.   A success story; in a region marred by the dearth of peace. Many a time it is the repose of weary refugees from its troubled neighbors. Needless to say, Kenya plays host to the largest refugee complex in the world (Dadaab)-interestingly 90kms from the border with Somalia, of which 90% of the occupants are from Somalia. The much prosperous and wealthy Somali enclave of Eastleigh (Nairobi), where a sizeable Somali populace resides, merits a mention. Eastleigh, as one Kenyan official alluded is where the “head” of the terrorist Alshabaab is buried with the tail wagging in Somalia. Eastleigh, therefore, is the hub where Alshabaab conduct their financial transactions. So why go after the tail when you could decapitate the head right there and then?

Few days and 100kms into Somalia, Kenya’s armored vehicles and military hardware, are literally bogged-down in the deluge-beaten, muddy plains of the Jiiro. Perhaps, signs of more ominous things to come. You may say.

History itself is littered with lessons of failed foreign invasions however good-intentioned it may be. And so Somalia is a “special” case: No foreign force –including the mighty US marines- succeeded in claiming victory and pacifying Somalia. A most germane example is Ethiopia’s invasion of Somalia in 2006 to topple the UIC – (the mother of Alshabaab). The Ethiopians retreated after a blood-bath and a humiliating defeat. Thus historical odds are stuck against Kenya. The onus is on Kenya to prove otherwise in this adventurous game of Russian roulette.  

The initial reaction of the denizens of Jubba-land to the Kenyan army is one of warm welcome, at least for the time being. There was also a public demonstration in Dhobleey in support of Kenya’s invasion or liberation, whichever way you discern it. Don’t take anything at face value, for those privies to the confused political landscape of Somalia will bear witness. Allegiances shift, lines are redrawn, alliances reshape to the least of impacts much like sand dune in a strong wind. Beware of the constantly mutating Somali politics. A friend morphs into an enemy overnight and vice versa.  

As many commentators and analysts elucidated, Kenya’s invasion might hand the Shabaab a much needed life-line and relevance, as they are losing ground militarily, financially and their power and influence is on the wane. It is very likely that the Shabaab will exploit sentiments of religion to rally the population to fight, very much so if civilians are caught in the cross-fire or as a collateral damage. The dying kick of a devil is dangerous. It would be foolhardy to underestimate the threat of a major reprisal attack by the Shabaab on Kenyan soil.

 It is of utmost importance to win the war in Kenya: Winning the war of “hearts” and “minds” of the ethnic Somali-Kenyans and the Somalis from Somalia residing in Kenya. Any attempts to marginalize or witch-hunt them by the Kenyan security forces would legitimize Shabaab’s actions and radicalize them. There is already a brewing xenophobic sentiment- much like the one that was exacted on foreigners here in South Africa in 2008- toward ethnic Somalis of Eastleigh.

So Kenya’s position, after the Somali invasion is a precarious one, a balancing act and one that could potentially suck the Safari country, the tourist mecca, Kenya into conflict.

Officially, Kenya’s goal is to push the Shabaab as far as possible from its borders and that includes capturing the port-city of Kismayo-the administrative center of the Juba’s. But what is going to follow is still foggy. One whisper making the rounds says that; Kenya will install a regional administration; hinged on the reasoning that it will cushion Kenya from any future security threat from Somalia. And it makes complete sense and perhaps symbiotically beneficial.

Kenya’s war on the Shabaab has won her a lot of friends as was demonstrated in Dhabley and elsewhere. The terrorist Alshabaab are a Godless bunch, devious cowards, murderers, student-killers and manufacturers of all kinds of misery. They have been a liability on the people of the Juba’s and the Somalis in general for far too long and a thorn in the side of neighboring countries. No tear will be shed for getting rid of them with their foreign Alqaeda bedfellows. Therefore Kenya helping in eradicating then is a moral duty.

But what came as a surprise and worryingly so, is president Sharif Ahmed who went back on his promise to help Kenya fight the Shabaab, (not that it matters) and gainsaid his agreement with Kenya’s foreign minister and minister of defense in Mogadishu. Sharif Ahmed is a dummy, a profoundly dim-witted individual, his utterances puerile.  He shouts to the airwaves from his residence in the Amisom armored vehicle –that recently liberated Mogadishu from Alshabaab- and posits that Kenya, by fighting the Shabaab in the Jubas is infringing on the sovereignty of Somalia. The irony is laid bare for all to see.

The lower Jubba, the middle Jubba, and the Gedo regions-the target of Kenya’s war on Alshabaab- is a region that has been neglected for far too long and allowed to atrophy. While all the aid and effort of the international community trickled-down to Mogdishu and ended there with no tangible result (save for the recent liberation of large swaths of Mogadishu by Amisom).

With ample farmland and thriving pastoral communities coupled with access to the sea, this region is naturally endowed with resources. This makes it a more viable economic project. It can more than stand on its own as a federal state or semi-autonomous bloc awaiting Mogadishu’s sanity to return. With stability and peace, the threat of famine will be a thing of the past.

If Kenya succeeds in its endeavor to eliminate the Shabaab scourge and help establish a semi-autonomous administration in the Jubba and Gedo regions, it would no doubt add to the long list of laurels for Kenya, as a peaceful host of refugees, a peace-broker, and now a peace-maker. It will also provide another building block for the bottom-up approach of pacifying and resuscitating one central Somali government- the Holy Grail. Only time will tell. 

Tuesday 30 August 2011

Saturday 13 August 2011

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Saturday 23 July 2011

Of Peace and Mediocre Leadership.


Ever since the dawn of time and as long as anyone alive can remember, peace has been a rare commodity in the Somali lands. From time to time peace will visit as a guest, and a relative lull will ensue.  The possibility of a fully-fledged peace was always over shadowed by blood-letting, and conflict between the clans, between Somalis and marauding Abyssinians or the Somalis themselves would go in search of plunder in the neighboring nomadic tribes. The intra-clan skirmishes, if it wasn’t about grazing rights, it was about rustling or retaliation for a previous raid. This vicious conflictive pattern was repeated in a circle and it stood to the test of time till today. 

No where else is this paucity of peace more aptly put than in the most common Somali greeting- ma nabada baa? Nabadi ma jidhaa? Meaning is there peace? Considering the difference in the Somali dialect between different regions, this sentence cuts across the board and is understood by all Somali speakers from the camel rearing nomads to the sedentary farmers.  In the same vein, Somalis would congratulate each other nabad iyo caano- Peace and milk- in that order.  Any Somali individual would easily testify about an unnatural death that came by way of conflict to a family member or one in his family tree genealogy. 

With the advent of modernization, came the AK47 and other assault rifles that made the conflict bloodier and more devastating. Time and again, the world has tried to bring peace and stability with countless conferences to resolve the Somalia quagmire but to no avail. WHY ARE SOMALIS FIGHTING? The answer to this question is anybody’s guess, neither am I going to answer it in this essay. Any attempt to answer such question has proven inexplicable to the point of the popular Somali anecdote hashu maankayga gadaye ma masaarbay liqday? The traditional camel healer wonders despairingly as to what ails his camel patient.  Or may be, sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple!

When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual or individuals who perceive a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is a born leader who is capable of turning around the status-quo. If there is anything Somalia craves for more than peace then it is capable leadership. Confessedly, Somalia is in short supply of effective leadership of that pedigree.  Instead the current crop of mediocre leaders is diagnosed with malformed public duty gland and a deficiency in moral fiber.  They (the leaders) are myopic, in that they can’t see beyond their clannish confines, and are most of the times engaged in incessant wrangling about who holds which post and stole what. Therefore matters of national importance are at best not tended to. Some are audacious enough to use and bend Islamic rules to suit their self interest and that of their inner circle. 

Bereft of peace and endowed with mediocre leadership- deadly concoction- Somalia has literally gone to the dogs. The current biting draught and hunger, exacerbated by the never-ending conflict was bound to happen, when you have leaders who are inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors, but cloddish when it comes to forging peace. 

The Somali culture has the tendency of peacemaking and conflict in equal measure. Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases. Meeshi xinjiri kudaadato xab baa lagu daadiyaa so goes the old Somali adage. It was the duty of the offenders to give away girls for marriage to the deceased’s family in the case of lost life in conflict. It was an effort to appease the offended in order to make peace.
Likewise, when the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold.  They believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. It is time, visionary and able leaders came to the fore and saved this nation. It is time, peace is given a chance.






Wednesday 20 July 2011









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Somali Poetry.

The poet and playwright Mohamed Warsame Ibrahim was jailed during the Barré regime for his politically critical writings. This following poem shows the richness of Somali oral culture.

 DABAHUWAN (constrained)
- Markay dani meeday tidhi
When need required
- Maxaan talo meel ka dayey
I looked wisdom for every place
- markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied
- Weydiiyey qof meel ka dayey
I asked a fellow who before me sought counsel.
- Markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied again
- Ku laabtay halkaan ka dayey
I returned to where I searched before
- Markay dani maaha tidhi
When need denied again
- Ka sii dayey meel la dayey
I searched once more where others failed
- maxay doqonimmo I tidhi
when imbecility whispered to me
- Ruuxaan jirin raad ku doon
Track down a spectre
- Intaan isku duubay been
I embraced falsehood
- ka buuxsaday labada dacal
Stuffing it in my inside pockets
- maxay runi daadi tidhi
then the truth assured me to discard it
- waxaan duluc sii ridnayn
how often a trivial theme
- Indhuhu ku daraandareen
My eyes owe-inspired did shine
- Maxaan dogob beer is idhi
I even transplanted a piece of dead wood
- daruuro u soo sasabay
Begging the clouds to rain
- daryeelka ku maal is idhi
to nurture myself with its fruit
- biyuhu uga sii dareen
but the water made matters worse.





The following poem in the original Somali below and in English translation is representative of buraanbur, a women's praise poetry and dance tradition.

A Mother Praises Her Beloved Daughter
My beloved girl, you are a gift from Allah.
You are sweet, bestowed on me by the Victorious One.
When you were a baby and were held on a lap,
When you became an adolescent and took your place among your peers,
And went to school and claimed success,
Your intellect and knowledge rounded in every way,
You helped me when I lagged behind,
So I pray Allah the Omnipotent on your behalf.
May your life be lived at the highest level
When you begin to date and are ready for marriage.
Do not nag him, and let not your grumbling be heard;
Open your house and spread mats for his people.
Apply incense at home, and dress and indulge him with pleasure,
But if he rewards you with mischief, move out from his home.
Accept this conclusion of my bestowing prayers to you:
I wish you paradise in the life hereafter

by Rukia Hussein, trans. Abdhirahman Dahir 

Hooya Amaanaysa Gabadheeda
Gabadhii aan jeclaayeey galaddii Ilaahayeey
Gacalkii la i siiyey ee guule ii gartaay
Gaban markii aad ahayd ee laagu gardaadsanaa
Gurbood markaad noqotay ubadkii ka raacaay gees
Dugsigana aad aaday guushiina soo hantiday
Garaadkaaga iyo aqoontaada gees walbab gaasir ma leh
Markii aan gaabshay tii ii gargaartayeey
Oo guulahaan tuugay rabbigayga gacanta wayn
Giddigeeda noloshaada ha ahaato garabka sare
OO guur marka aad gaarto oo wiil is-gacashataan
Ninka ha guul gullin guryankaaga yaan la maqal
Gurboodka ururi gacalkiisa gogol u fidi
Go+yaasha u uumi oo raaxo heer ka gaar
Oo gurrac haddii aad aragto gurigiisaba uga guur
Gunaanadka iga guddoon gaamur duco gin-giman
Golaha aakhirana jannadii ku hayso gogol.

Saturday 25 June 2011

Happy Birthday Mama Somalia!

Dearest mama Somalia,

I love you unconditionally and I hope it remains so for lifetimes to come should there be many. I write this out of love for you so please do not weigh me by the word or a phrase or two, it flows swiftly as a hooyo's milk and it flows as spontaneous as it is being suckled. You of all should know that the essence is essential not the words, nor the phrases, nor the full stop or the comma in the right place, the essence itself.  

Hello my precious! Today is your birthday, the day I always long for. Today instead of your kind hands, I ornament my thoughts, more chaotic than your tresses, with a narcissus flower. It has been 21 years since I last saw you or heard your praise sung in your honor in poignant lyrics and soaring vocals. Such was the beauty. Star singers the likes of Tubeec, Samatar (Hoballada waaberi- the dawn troupe) showered you with songs about your greatness. I left as a kid when I could barely comprehend the situation but nonetheless those faint memories have stayed with me and become more vivid by the day. 

Remember that all vestiges of home in the land of my birth had been stolen by the strange and wicked ones. Wicked ones that made you bleed. Your own sons colluded with the enemy to rape your honor and chastity. Sorry I didn't mean to remind you of all the bad things that happened to you. My heart is heavy as yours. They say we tend to appreciate something when it is not there. That is certainly true! I stay with a stepmother that won't hesitate to remind me every minute that I over stayed her welcome. You know stepmother's cruelty is proverbial. I'm personally missing you. I hope this letter will cheer you up. For the time being I console myself with this line from the Sayid's poem ".......Hadaan waayay calan la ii nashiro tan iyo Nairobi. Miyaan waayay nuurkii Alliyo nabiga jaahiisa..........".

But today I wonder which present suits you better, 
1)The beauty and the grandeur of the camel- to imbue you with a spirit of independence and self-sufficiency. 
2)A poem to help you forget your pain and celebrate your resilience and strength.
"......You loaded your camels and came over to me when they defected to the British generals
And I count on you during the season.                             
A rosy cloud, a scud of white vapor, precipices of cloud flashing
with lightning,
Resounding thunder, flood water running over the parched earth,
The past night's repeated showers, noisy as the jibin bird
The heavy rain which fell, the longed-for rain of the spring,
Ponds brimming over, old campsites luxuriant,
Thorns become as tall as grass, thick undergrowth crackling-
I shall satisfy your needs as when one pours out salty water for a
she-camel
And I shall entertain you with a poem as precious as a jewel.....".
3)or perhaps a candle to light up our memories.

We may be donning other colors,  faking a passport of someone else, or simply rotting in a refugee camp. We all belong to you. One time or the other we will come home to wipe away the tears.
On such a day, wait for me and wear a dress the color and elegance of the sky. Also wear a necklace of cloves and frankincense, because cloves and frankincense remind me of the scent of women, the scent of immortality, and in one word the scent of you- my country.

Until then, I leave you in the hands of the creator of dew and rain. 



Until I return,

 I remain yours truly
Abdirahman.