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Thursday, 03 August 2017 02:43

The Artisan Grace - Poem by Bashir Goth

The following excerpt which I use as an introduction to the poem is from an article I wrote in 2007 about the status of the Gabooye community among the Somali people.

"The real tragedy, however, is that these people, the Sab or Midgaan, do not only look like us but are most of the time more handsome than the rest of us, while their struggle for survival over the centuries has made them more intelligent and more resilient. They are our traditional hunters, doctors, blacksmiths, craftsmen, singers, tailors and fashion designers, barbers and hairstylists, hygiene attendants and butchers. We defend ourselves with the weapons they make, cultivate our farms with the plows they fashion, wear the clothes they tailor, eat with the pots and bowls they make, drink from the earthen jars they mould, submit our heads to them to cut our hair, call them to circumcise our sons and daughters, trust them with our necks to cut our tonsillitis, enjoy their music but still we despise them. They speak the same language we speak and pray towards Makkah five times a day like the rest of us. But dare you tell any Somali to pray behind the most learned Imam of the Migdaan and he would rather go to hell. Without them we will be defenceless and perish in the harsh environment of our land but instead of glorifying them we look down on them. 

They have no voice among us and no political representation. And if anyone of them dares to protest, we easily silence them by invoking the M-word. This makes every Somali around them flee and avoid them like a plague. Even in the national charter of the current Somali Transitional Federal Government they are nameless although they have taken a little better status by being referred to as the 'others' among small but respected Somali clans. This is the closest they have ever come to share a status albeit an insignificant one with other clans."


Take a look, brother, a full look at me

An eyeful of the whole of me 

Poke my skin hard, and pinch it if you will 

Cut my flesh, deep into the blood and bone

Until I cry for I am not made of stone. 

Can you see now? 

That I shudder in pain? 

Can you see my blood, 

As red, as fresh as yours? 

Can you see my bones, 

And the marrow in plain? 

Take a look, brother, a full look at me

An eyeful of the whole of me 

Don't you see me as handsome 

As you expect me to be? 

Don't I speak as I should? 

With every syllable in place

As loud as I can shout my plea! 

Aren't we together born in the soil? 

And bred on the same sorghum and milk; 

Didn't your siblings die, 

just like my siblings died? 

Of measles and malaria; 

of malnutrition and diarrhea

Why then, O brother, 

you see me not your brother

Why on hearing my name, Gabooye 

You need to curse my mother? 

Why do you turn your face to the South, 

When to you I come from the North? 

And when to you I come from the East

Why for sunrise you wish in the West? 

Does being a nomad, a marauding herder

Make you of a higher order? 

And being a maker of things, a gifted master

Condemn me to a divine disorder! 

But despite your might as herder 

Without my marvels and merit

With all your arrogance and ardor

Would you even an ax have or a weeder? 

O brother, how many geniuses 

How many builders you buried

In me, how much talent you wasted

In keeping me as a degraded barber? 

After this long and a lonely journey

I found how I should redraw the race

It is surely in the secret of learning

To revive my artisan grace

In science and the art of schooling

To teach the camel herder's race

It is only ignorance, damn it; 

That keeps our roads apart

That holds your blinds in place

And through learning, just maybe

You would finally look up at my face 

And my humanness, may finally embrace.

Bashir Goth,13th Nov.2013. 

Bashir Goth

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