human trafickers and leg-less assassins of Mogadishu
I heard this as urban legend joke before but i couldn’t stop laughing reading this story posted first at Isseh’s Enclave – A Somali man’s blog
What is this?
Imagine you are in Mogadishu, and walking down the street, your eyes catch those of a crippled beggar sitting along the road. You see him, he sees you, then you feel empathy towards him, and so you decide to throw a coin in his begging bowl. While leaning forward to drop the coin in his bowl, you get the feeling that he is trying to tell you something. You become attentive, fix your eyes on his whispering lips, and wait to see if he was trying to say something. Surprise, surprise! He is indeed talking, and talking to you but you still can’t make out exactly what he is saying. So, you curiously ask, ‘een maxaad tiri? (urm what did you say?)’. The crippled man wets his lips, clears his throat and with a faint voice says, ‘waxaan ku iri, fadlan ii soo dhowoow waxbaan kuu sheegiye’ (I said, please come closer I want to tell you something)’.
Now you are standing, looking around at others passing by, scratching your head, thinking ‘muxuu ii sheegi rabaa ninkan? (What does this man what to tell me)? Then, within the minute, you make your decision, go down on one knee just in front of the crippled man, at the same eye level, and ask him ‘maxaa jira sxb? (What’s up my friend?). He looks at you firmly, and requests once again, ‘aan kuu sheege bal sxb horey u soo siko nooh (I will tell you but please move forward a little bit more). Now you are close to him, real close that you could smell the onion in his breath. You are looking at his face, mouth to be precise, anticipating him to reveal the biggest secret in the world. He notices that you are looking at him quite closely at the area of his mouth, and then he lets off a smile. You can’t help but smile too. You warm up to the idea of helping him out with whatever problem he has. You start to feel good in your heart because of what you can do for him. At that particular moment you feel like a saint for having such a noble disposition to come to the aid of a fellow human being who needs you. All this time you are feeling this way, his smile hasn’t died down. He is still smiling, and you are. And then he looks at you right in the eyes. He stretches his left hand to your right shoulder, as if to bring your ear close to his mouth so as to whisper things to you.
You look at the motion of his stretching arm and feel on your shoulder that his hand has a strong grip to it, and slightly feel uneasy. Then you ask again, what’s up? Then he says, ‘I’ll tell you what’s up’ and quite suddenly grabs your left shoulder. His right arm swings forward swiftly, pulling out a revolver to your FACE and says ‘this is what’s up my friend’. You scream out ‘Fluking hell!’ and try to jump backwards but you can’t. He is holding your shoulder tightly and sticking a pistol on your face. You desperately retort ‘what? …what? I was only trying to help you man!’ He looks at you seriously and says, ’stop being a wuss man! You wanted to help me? Well, good. Now you can’. And you ask yourself, ‘WTF! He is holding a revolver to me and he still thinks I can help him? What does he call this? Charity? I call this a ’stick-up’. That’s what this bloody is!’ But he rudely slaps you when he realizes you are getting lost in your own thoughts. ‘Up we go!’ he commands. ‘Up goes where?’ you ask puzzled. ‘I go on your shoulders. You will be carrying me to my destination’ he replies.
‘What? Me carrying you on my shoulders? Oh no, man! Over my dead body!’ you exclaim! ‘And do you think I have any quarrels shooting you dead, huh?’ he yells out. ‘I don’t fcuking know, do I?’ you shout back! ‘Listen man, the sooner you put me on your shoulder and be on your way the better he’ tells you. You look around, desperately hoping someone would somehow help you out of this catch 22 you are in. But there is nothing around. People fled when they saw the crippled man pulling out a gun on you. The TV and Radio newsmen have been lately reporting the new phenomenon of the ‘armed crippled men’ take people their ‘human transportation’ since they can’t afford to pay normal bus fares… So everyone is afraid of the crippled men.
You resign yourself to your fate, and decide that you might as well carry the man to his destination. You try to lift him but he quickly hops on your shoulders. No sooner than 2 minutes of carrying him, the crippled man pulls out a mobile phone from his pocket and speed dials a number. ‘I am on my way friend’ he says down the phone and hangs up the line. You carry him for almost 2 miles until you reach his destination. He commands you to ‘pull over here, just by this door’ and you do. But before you could put him down, another crippled man hurries out of the door, yet holding a gun! The first crippled man gets down and thanking and threatening, ‘thanks you for the transportation. Now be a nice boy and take my friend to his destination. If you don’t he’ll shoot you down like a dog’. You cringe. You sweat hot. You feel cold and then hot. Tears of vengeance swell in your eyes. Your throat feels like it’s been cut with a rough knife. At that moment, if possible, you could kill all the crippled men in Mogadishu. But that isn’t possible to you now. Then again, you resign yourself to the fate in hand. You bite your lips with CIIL and get on with being a human transportation. You go absolutely quiet.
So, while on your way carrying him, the second crippled man decides to tell you a nice little story to lighten your burdens. He goes, ‘do you know what we (the armed crippled men) are called?’ You don’t want to speak to him but then again you must. You need the information. So you ask, ‘what are you called?’ “Legless Assassins’ he proudly tells you. ‘Legless what?’ you laughingly ask again. ‘Legless Assassins’ he confirms. You laugh out loud. You laugh again and again until you get teary. At first he resents your mocking laughter but then he joins you and laughs out too. So after few minutes of laughing at each other you ask, ’so how do you go about assassinating people when you are immobile?’ He keeps silent for few seconds, then chuckles to himself, and says ‘well, you see, our disability isn’t always a negative thing. At most times due to our legless ness, the functions of our hands improve. So we become good sharp-shooters, and that is what you need in this business. Our clients give us the particulars of who should be taken out, such as which roads he passes, what cloths he wears what his height and weight is and that’s about it. We pick him out clean.’ ‘But how, how?’ you ask.
‘Simple’ he says, ’someone picks us up and puts us on a roof along the road the target uses. We also make sure our gateway Xaajiyo Khamsiin car is parked below us, inside it either mattresses to reduce the impact. From then too we sit and wait for the target and when he appears we take him out, and quickly throw ourselves off the roof landing inside the car, which is driven the next second the driver feels we are in’ he explains…..
To be continued……..
(That’s what a lazy Sunday makes you write down Forgive me if you find some mistakes, ‘cos I can’t be bothered to edit it)
As posted on: Isseh’s Enclave






