Scattered
on the shoulders
of the mountain of Laas Geel:
boulders
of a broken god,
on her journey to the plains.
Crevices of stone
decant their
poetry…
hollowed
by the elements,
denuded by her foes,
in hues of
cows and kudu, she
is painted by her sons,
with hadhuubs
of peace she is watered
by her daughters
till, from the grave
of dead gods, great
folk emerge
Interesting words, “Completing” pictures. Somaliland must be a truly inspiring place. Any chance of “lapping” me on your next trip there? Nice one Oga mi!
Somaliland’s untold chattels need to be preserved for history, though, UNESCO failed to execute its mandate! Viva somaliland