Damal – plenty of Mayrax is gathered from this tree. Mayrax is obtained by a long process of separating very thin threads from the bark and branches of the trees. It is used making Kebdaha (sing. Kebed) - which has various uses but is widely used for loading camels or building houses.
Galool – Mayrax is obtained from [...]
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Posted in Africa, Creative Non-Fiction, Cultural heritage, Family, Random observations, Somali, Somali Arts & Crafts, Somali Culture, Somali Nomads, Somali Traditions, Somalia, Travels, Women, tagged Aqal Somali, Cultural heritage, Somali Culture, Somali hut, Somali Nomads, Somali Traditions, Somalia on September 15, 2007 | 21 Comments »
In an earlier post I’d explained the construction of a Somali hut. But when I was passing by this place – Goob Ramaas – I noticed a small Somali hut being built and brought you some images. The above picture of Goob Ramaas, near Ceelbuh, clearly illustrates the vast open terrain called Sool. [...]
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Ramadan Kareem all. May Allah make this month a blessing for all of us and may our prayers be accepted. Ameen!
As for my declining posts, I have been slightly busy with work and and organising myself these past couple of days, but I will post some more reports from my travel to Miyi soon…
Have a [...]
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I would like to extend my warmest greetings to my friend Mohamed who recently got married while I was away on holiday and whose wedding ceremony I could not attend.
May your marriage bring you all the pleasures a marriage ought to bring, my friend, and may you have a never-ending supply of affection and patience which is vital in married life and may [...]
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Posted in Africa, Creative Non-Fiction, Creative Writing, Family, Life, Somali, Somali Culture, Somali Nomads, Somali Traditions, Somalia, Travels on September 7, 2007 | 7 Comments »
We left Bosaaso just before twilight set upon us. Accompanied by my brothers, we left my hotel at Al-Rowda, passed by Bosaaso Hospital, a thousand and one restaurants at the edge of the main road, countless hawkers by, cars, lorries heading out and entering the city, people, goats, sheep, soldiers, more hotels, carts and finally silence. [...]
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Bosaaso >
It was about three in the afternoon in Bosaaso and the sun was still intensely oppressive. From my window, I could see that the plane had landed on a coarse runway, between mountains, scattered with gravel and stone. A barbed wire bordered the stretch of the airport, leaving just adequate room for vehicles’ entrance [...]
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