Reminiscences... Leisurely gait Cares gentle like a mother’s warmth. Blowing like a monsoon wind Reminiscences pervade the traveler’s path... A parable now generations down the road. Pure soil, untainted by a neighbor’s blood Voices of gaiety emitting from a friend’s door. Nightingales moving to Xamari beat Muezzins ushering in the Lord’s: Come to pray. Siesta for the sunshine weary Children tugged in...unwillingly. Sweethearts sleepy from a day’s work Windows venting The Indian Ocean breeze Mushy carpets vying for playful feet. Mogadishu Times, those days of yore Sights and Sounds of a nation’s lore Smartly dressed women galore. Manly voices carrying weight Firm clasp in the father’s grasp Harmony, order Nights romantic and Normal days. Those Fridays at Xaraf The question for her fellow... Cinema Nasr or Hodon? (c) Safi Abdi