Somalia

My country and my home, theres very little i remember about living there but there are memory’s that just stuck like playing hid and seek with my cousins at night as our parents sit out side and watch us. then laying down and watching the stars shoot across the sky. i remember sleeping then being woken up at like 4 am to go to our Islamic studies class and the whole class standing around a big fire reciting our quran for the next day then going back home to sleep and coming in later in the day. i remember going down to the water well with my mom and playing with my grandmother. i don’t know if life seems less harder when your younger because i dont remember hardships aside from fleeing the war into Kenya. i hope to go back next summer.

Deeply disturbing experience. Active Military, Bag and Tag. War. Death. Fear. Filth. Wish I had not thought about it while checking off the places I’ve been. Ouch. Memory best forgot.

It was lovely in the Autumn.

Don’t let it be forgot
That once there was a spot
For one brief shining moment that was known
As Camelot.

It’s a nice place to visit as long as you have Kalashnikov with you and a bullet proof vest. Just in case. They sell some adorable handy crafts in Mogadishu. I wrote true based story about it, even better than Black Hawk Down, and different. I need only some essay editing to complete it.