Mark my silence, dear readers, as a tribute to the thousands of lives lost during the last Mogadishu battle. The intense clashes that lasted for about two weeks between the American and Ethiopian-backed, yet inefficient, Transitional Federal Government (TFG) troops and the local clan militias cut a swathe through the entire city. With the scenes of turmoil, the putrid stench of the decaying corpses littering the streets, the looting and indiscriminate butchery reverberate in the minds of many almost as a re-enactment of the 1993 civil war.
In my previous post, Of Hope and Despair, the hope for stability and calm was slowly but gradually seeping out of my mind, though, in despair, I clung to it by a thread. Now even the last vestiges of hope I had of returning to a country I would call home, and every faith in it, have but evaporated. And so it must, for witnessing your country crushed to nothing and then suffering the humiliation of the systematic looting, extortion and rape of its people by uniformed troops forces even the most hopeful into despondency. And the world watches as the worst refugee crisis unfolds, indifferently, just as it still watches Darfur and Chad.
And what outcome would be expected when the dregs of humanity are armed, equipped, reinforced and given a licence to destroy everything that moves or speaks of nation!
My heart goes out to those innocent civilians of Mogadishu who are paying the intolerable price of this political transgression
What this conflict has caused where a political dialogue would suffice!