The Golden Wand

My Golden Wand

                             On a good day journey walk I stumble and nearly fall two times a day. Well, it’s inevitable, as I haven’t got used to the rocky un-built streets of my beloved home town after 9 whole months of stay!
Relatives and friends comforted me by laughing and saying you’ll get used to it one day. Making facial expressions that convey “you spoiled diaspora kids! Aren’t you just exaggerating, stop the bray?”
So they kept me wondering; how do they walk around smoothly fearless of the injured streets? How do they manage to hold their heads high and blindly trust in the broken trails? 
My toes hurt of rocks. My ankles screaming from constant twists and wrench. Walking outside has become one painful journey that I want to escape.
Till one beloved friend handed the single golden advice that all our diaspora need.
“Balance your body on your heels when walking to keep you body weight grounded, you can easily lose grip of your balance when leaning forward and walking on your toes” he said.....So I walk on my toes! Hmmm ...
bloody hell! Results were AMAZING. 
Though I need more practice, but now I can face my journey through rocky streets with more confident equipped with this golden wand.
Loving our country could, sometime, be as rocky as those broken trails. A journey full of stumbles and fears.
People always claim that patriotism is in the blood and magically it’s inherited through the veins.
But what they fail to know is; often patriotism is a choice we make, it’s a path we take. Loving our country unconditionally isn’t as easy as it may seem as easy to ray.
Loving our country despite all the imperfections and short comings it may dismay. Loving our country even when everyone spoke ill of its holy hallowed name, which was,once, feared!. 
Loving our country even when other countries reject its human as if they were an acute disease to slay
Loving our country through thick and thin isn’t as convenient nor fitting as many aren’t destined to posses “the genes” nor the wand.
Many of us have grown shameful of its holy, once feared, name. Many of us associate it with terrible acts and starving little children, as the media and some convey.
So I just want to you to know; that what you perceive as rocky streets are broken injured lands of pride and shame, a land screaming and reminding you every time you stumble it will always cradle you so close to its dying vein.
It’s not the fault of the, once feared, Somali name nor the shredded blue flag or the broken empty dreams. It’s not the fault of little hungry children nor the wounded shattered hearts or the fallen honored martyrs of yesterday.
However, it is the fault of someone that we can’t ignore or put away. Someone so evil and plain. Someone who harvest hatred, division and tribalism among-st us just to feast blood and tears. Someone cunning as fox cowardly as chicken and evil as snake.
But it’s alright; it will be alright those monsters weren’t born with “the genes “nor posses the golden wand.
It’s okay; it will be okay our mother always say
We will learn how to mend and love our broken streets; it’s a matter of minutes and days
We will feed the little children and sing for the wounded hearts scattered in every place. 
We will teach love to everyone as our religion command and state
We will shrug off shame and show our pride our beauty and fame
We will re-claim our glory it’s our right; Somalia name will be loved and feared again.
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