Welcome to Mogadishu, the once beautiful coastal city that now lies in ruins. The debris that piles up on the roads of this old city speaks of long-suffered misery and desperation. The few remaining blocks of concrete that hold these dilapidated buildings peculiarly erect depict the grim realities of war. For long the suffering of the victims of Somalia’s endless war disturbed our ears. The wails of the weak pierced our hearts and wounded our consciousness; but without much of a first-hand account of events and without witnessing the blood-drenched clothes of the elderly as they scamper to safety, away from the mortar rounds, or the screams of amputated children as they scream beside their dead parents, it became difficult to fathom the pain they went through. The bleak winds of war have swept much of this city, as well as the country, into a perpetual abyss of obscurity.
Forgotten and forsaken, the people of Somalia endured years of neglect, torment and hardships, yet they are still surprisingly optimistic. They have shown exceptional resilience in the face of adversity over the decades and remain optimistic despite their depressing tales and troublesome times: a rare quality among the nomads on these shores. And today, that optimism has partly come to materialise in unexpected ways!
It may have been my unusual love for adventure or my attempt to discover the truth that led me to this bullet-battered city, but most of all, it is to reveal to the world the events of Mogadishu from the ground.
What you will find on this blog is up-to-date first-hand accounts of the events in Mogadishu as they unfold.
Welcome to Mogadishu Man.
Let the world hear the plight of Mogadishu!
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