There is a timeless observation that a leader’s sense of mentality and morality lessens as his or her power increases.
Does this observation apply to whoever
rises to power? No, Sir. It only applies to those who, when they rise to power through somehow or the other, accommodate more hate than hope and harmony.
Before taking the oath of office as a president in 2017, Muse Biixi delivered his first address to a considerable number of diaspora who worked with him during the election campaign, probably a couple of days after Somaliland NEC officially declared that he won the presidential election.
The diaspora that gathered at that occasion consisted mainly of those who were hopeful of holding positions in Muse Biixi’s administration. They had a high regard for Muse Biixi and how they had worked with him during the election campaign.
What the diaspora took for their honest efforts was often nothing but a collection of ideas and interests that leadership industry knows how to arrange and then develop a plan to make them work.
The diaspora gathered at the hotel on time, keeping their minds with the sense that goodness always brings goodness in return. Muse Biixi, flanked by heavily armed security, entered the hall, out of thin air, and everybody stood up in honor of the president-elect.
“Please be seated,” said Muse Biixi.
The diaspora took their seats and kept silent, gazing at Muse Biixi as he stood on the stage to deliver his message.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen”‘, said Muse. “I am glad to meet you to-night to thank you for how well you threw all your weight behind me during the election campaign. Thanks, we did a good job collectively, but,” Muse continued, “you will regret your finger.”
The diaspora looked at each other in surprise. Those words were bitter to the audiences, and if looks could kill, Muse should have been dead at tbat moment.
“We were worth a fortune yesterday, without it he couldn’t walk during election days, but today we are worthless, a mindless trash just waiting to be disposed”, lamented one man from the diaspora who seemed that he was one of those who heavily invested in Muse Biixi’s election campaign.
“‘Is he kidding?”, yelled another man.
“No kidding. He says what he means.”
“What does what he said mean?
“To kick people out when he sees the day that he doesn’t need them”, replied another one.
“He can’t run from who he is”, said a lady as she was getting out of the hall.
The meesage was a metaphor, but most people did not understand what Muse Biixi actually meant. In fact, Muse Biixi meant that he would turn politics into a game of deceit, discord and dispute, and power into a game of punishment.
This was the night when the grim of demunization, deniability, deception, dispute and discord began in Somaliland.
To be continued ….
By:Jamafalaag
Hargeisa, Somaliland
jamafalaag@gmail.com
