His last moments passed in a cold London hospital remembering a childhood eating Mogadishu’s fine bananas under a tree
Holding tears back she sits in the hospital room with her husband as she remembers how they love fell in under the Mogadishu stars
Its 6 pm and the BBC Somali tune rings and he holds is wife’s hand and they listen to what they know may be his last bulletin- and sadly yet more heartbreaking turmoil from their beloved Somalia…
He remembers their beautiful white house on the Mogadishu sea front...
He remembers his beautiful wife driving her white beetle to work at the UN office where she promotes woman’s rights...
She remembers laughter filled teatime with their children amidst a red beautiful Mogadishu sunset
She remembers looking through her kitchen window as her husband walked in the gate looking handsome in his blue pilot uniform
How many wonderful brave people will not be buried in Somali soil where they belong?
How many more wonderful people will heartbroken for their homeland that gave them such amazing memories..
Oh Somalia -how many?
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