Yes she is Somali, and of course she is sensationally smart, and yet shines like a star!

This she Somali can make your head swing like a baseball bat. Because her beautiful black body, and skin polished to perfection, is perfectly in proportion.
Her Somali name rhymes with some of natures greatest creatures – the likes of sun, sky, star and Saturn. They call her Saddex-Bilyan-oo-Shiisheeya-Karoon. Her sensational natural scent can be sniffed from a far distance like the coyote can sniff its mate from the other corner of the planet earth. She is sweeter than saccharin and sugar, or any other starches –inside and out- and her kiss is tastier than chef-made sablefish. Her smile can stimulate any creature’s senses. Even the sparrows, chirps, warblers, croaks, howls, barks, crickets, gobbles, marine animals and other such vocalizations would stop communicating just to hear her sexy sound.

Not even a lioness can sabotage her swagger of righteousness. No one sword can ever penetrate her chemical-free skin, because the skin is smooth and it is slippery to the sword or other harmful objects. No one saccharimeter can measure the goodness content of her character. No one sack can provide enough space to harvest the supply of her talents.

Her style will shutdown any runway show and put pause all the people walking by. She is as sharp as sabre, because she was fed with camel milk; and she sucked her mother’s breasts until she reached the right point in time to stop. She stays sober all the time, because it is a taboo in her culture not to stand-up alone, hence, tipsy woman. Modesty is her game even while in the gym, on the treadmill, and when swimming along the un-harmful creatures in the Indian ocean. She never wears the see-through-stuff, or paint-on-me-dresses, because her body parts are more sacred than the most sacred sites, and she does not want to share with strangers on the streets. She is never on any extreme side.

Every morning she starts her simple life with a sacrifice for the greater good of the community. She remains loyal to her family through thick and thin times, pleasant and unpleasant moments, and the usual splashes of life. She is sacrarium for all the secrets that her man trusted with her, and devotes earnestly her soul to him.

When trouble touches her, her heart becomes harder than the hardest surface in the solar system. She never shies away from taking risk with returns. She never hesitate to fight back, when it is time, with the will like an African Killer Bee. She never misuses any of her certain measure of free will. Never will you find sacrilegious practice in her speech or story.

She grows her grocery on the backyard and watches the children play Dhuudumashow. She takes daily ritual siesta with the husband. In the evening, she gathers the family at the courtyard, open to the sky, for a dinner and folktales.

Did I tell you about her sometimes black and sometimes brown eyes?…sparkling like a diamond reflected against 3D lighting in a dark room. Did I tell you about her facial features?…uniquely crafted as if the creator wanted her to standout amongst all creation. Did I tell you about her naturally-acquired language?…the Somali language is as rare as real-gold. Did I tell you that my mind, and that of any other creature, is too narrow and too small to recall or count all that she has to offer, or showcase?

Even with age and adversities, she continues to grow and glow like ever-green plant. She ages gracefully and dies in a dignified manner.

If it wasn’t that she lived in this filthy-dirty planet earth, Pluto planet would have traveled the most distance and have came down to participate the celebration of her precious life.

She even has a special made Somali proverb, just for her. “You will not catch up with three men: one within a day, another within a year and yet another never. The first has a better horse, the second a better pasture and the third a better wife.”

Ponder over this, now. You will never catch up with me, because I got this beauty in place!

Auther: Abdinasir Haji-Bare