The First Foot Print of WADDANI Party

As a supposedly winning party, we are expecting to be handed down by our predecessor the Kulmiye Party.  A shattered nation that is widely divided by the infamous ill policy of the Kulmiye Regime.  A legacy of corruption, nepotism, kickback, injustice, subordination, tribalism, blackmailing, timidness towards our enemy, ignorant and greedy elements that  are hungry for hoarding wealth,  infected with a pocket disease and affection of money, and collaboration for illicit profit.  Suppressing the media and freedom of speech,  and openly violating the Human Rights Act.   A country that is headed by an octogenarian  old man in the second childhood, a four privileged split – lipped ladies, and a green immature pygmean who has seen an electricity light – bulb in 1991, for the first time in his life – span.  Turning our hands to undertake  the policy of a divided nation overshadowed with mistrust, .Surrounded by a hostile environment,  and heartless opponents and enemies.  A helpless nation that has only and only, a timid friend called Ethiopia, who is meek with a timid handshake, and equivocal expression.   Owing to that, our Agenda as a Wadani party is nothing but the first speech of Mr.Winston Churchill in 1940 to the House of Commons of the United Kingdom.  Our first task is the evident wish of the unity of this fragile and divided nation.  As a renascent Party, we have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.   We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind in history.   We have before us many, many long months of struggle and suffering.  You ask, what is our policy? I can say: it is a wage war against ourselves and against our enemy, with all our might and with all the strength that Allah has given us.   To wage war against that monstrous tyranny, called tribalism or the Mother In Law from Hell, which we have prepared it’s coffin but always survives all flood and fire.  Always surpassed in the dark, that lamentable catalogue of human crime of injustices.  That is our policy.  You ask me, what is our aim? I can answer in one single word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror of our opponent’s  jealousy, hunger, illiteracy, poverty, corruption, nepotism,  disease, that we inherited from the Kulmiye Regime.    Plus the hostile environment  that is surrounding us.

Victory at all costs, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.  Let that be realised; no survival for Somaliland as a nation, no survival for all that Somaliland has stood for, no survival for the memories of the sacrifice, beads of sweat,  and bloodshed of our deceased heroes, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages to come, that mankind all move forward towards it’s goals.   As a renascent party we will take our task with buoyancy and hope.    If we work honestly together, we feel sure that our cause as an emerging nation, will not be suffered to fail among other nations.   At this time, we feel entitled to claim the aide and help of all the civilized nations, and I say, ” Come then, let us go forward together with our united spirit and strength.   Before everything else, we must heal the scars of the old wounds of the Kulmiye Party.   By creating an atmosphere of  passion and love among families and friends to replace the hate and the atrocity committed and created by the Kulmiye Regime.  Arrange and prepare a Peace – Mat for reconciliation for all the communities of Somaliland.   Because the Kulmiye Regime turned our Orange Revolution in to ash and dust.    We must avail ourselves  with relief of the opportunity  of speaking whole heartedly  to the all walks of life of the people Somaliland regardless to their color,  creed, or faith, from Looya – Adde to Eelaayo.   We do not know how long such liberties will be allowed.  The stations of uncensored expressions are closing down; the lights of freedom and democracy are going out; but there is still time for those to whom freedom and democracy mean something, to consult together.  Let us, then, speak in truth and earnestness while time remains.  Give deaf ears to the  lullaby songs of the Kulmiye Party, packed with fake sweet flavor of empty promises of honey and milk.  Pain – provoking contractions which is regarded as the most absurd form of a bridge, in which only tricks bid and won count; towards the subordination and rip off  of a whole nation.  Kulmiye Party, enough is enough. We have no room for another five years of wasted time.

Kulmiye Party, good bye with a kiss and a ring.

Xariir Lagu Dakeeyiyo, Damash iima Yaalee, Ninkaan Daar Cad Kaga Jiray, Distida Iyo Fijaanada, Dibada Haygu Soo Qubo.

Yusuf Deyer, Edmonton, Canada