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Facing Mogadishu - Portraits of Life in The Capital of Violence
Facing Mogadishu - Portraits of Life in The Capital of Violence
Facing Mogadishu - Portraits of Life in The Capital of Violence
OALLBRY
Facing Mogadishu
PORTRAITS OF LIFE IN THE CAPITAL OF VIOLENCE
by Jason Florio
from their tank hatches, the Ugandan and Burundian soldiers didn't inspire confidence. But
rom a few thousand feet above the Indian they weren't shooting, and that was something.
Ocean, where I sat with my face pressed
Six months before, in May, I'd spent fortyagainst a Perspex window, Mogadishu was re- eight hours holed up in a South African-run
splendent. You couldn't see the holes from that clinic three hundred meters from what was then
height, the gaping craters that had collected the front line. My bedroom's tin roof would have
limbs like rainwater. You couldn't see the rows of made a better a sieve than a barrier to the spring
pre-dug graves patiently awaiting the bodies that rains. All day and night, I listened to outgoing
would fill them, or the children who had been and incoming fire. Al Shabaab was firing small
kidnapped and forced to fight by al Shabaab. arms and mortars at the presidential compound
There was a good chance it would be their frail a few hundred meters away from the clinic and
adolescent frames that would wind up in those at the Villa Somaliaa semi-derelict structure
graves, but those graves would also be filled by that housed TFG officials, a few AMISOM tanks,
shopkeepers, mothers, and elderly people. The a small tea shop, and a prison. The TFG concrossfire didn't discriminate, and neither did the trolled only a few square blocks of the capital,
suicide bombers.
which they administered from the besieged Villa
It was September 2011, and al Shabaab's grip Somalia. Tiny though it was, the little world inon Mogadishu had finally begun to recede. The side the Villa Somalia's razor-wired perimeter
militant Islamic group had withdrawn to the revealed a fascinating cross-section of Somali
city limits, giving up trench warfare, they said, society and a glimpse of what life was like on
in order to concentrate on terror attacks. The the streets beyond the battered walls.
fractured African Union Mission in Somalia
One morning, stretcher-bearers brought a
(AMISOM) and Transitional Federal Govern- TFG soldier into the clinic, shot through the
ment (TFG) forces were trying to fill the vac- heart by an al Shabaab sniper. A few hours later,
uum lefr by al Shabaab in Mogadishu's utterly a mother carried her a ten-year-old daughter to
destroyed neighborhoods. Peering anxiously the gate, no trace of emotion on her face. The
woman must have known her daughter was al-4 Hussein Moalim Mahdi, 50
ready dead. The TFG soldier and the girl were
I'm a porter at a maize mill with a wife and six
both killed by what the Somalis Ccdl "whifters":
children. I can't afford to send them to school
bullets that have individual Somali fates stamped
on my salary, and unfortunately I can't talk long
on them in the Ghinese factories where they're
because I only get paid for each bag I carry
made. The pre-dug graves behind my bedroom
ten cents per bag.
had not been carved in vain.
t.
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f did my military training in Uganda, where I also trained as a translator. Now I work
as a translator for AMISOM. I started training as a nurse, but because oftheftghting
I missed too many classes and couldn't finish the course. Three years ago, al Shabaab
killed my husband. I was pregnant at the time and my grief caused me to miscarry.
< Dr. Collins from Kenya, Medical Director for the Villa Somalia Clinic
I've worked in a number of war zones, including the Democratic Republic of Congo
and Sudan, where I was kidnapped. It's worth it because I know I'm helping people
in very difficult environments, but it's taking a toll on me. As the only doctor in this
clinic, I face enormous challenges. Recently, I treated twenty-six gunshot victims in
one day alone.
JASON FLORIO
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I have had three wives and have had twenty-eight kids. I'm a retired major in the
TFG, and now I am security officer. I was shot by an al Shabaab sniper in the Villa
Somalia compound in February 2011. The bullet is still in my neck, and it's hard for
me to breathe when I lie down. The surgeon said I would lose my voice if he tried to
remove the bullet.
Abdul Mohammad
Let's say I am in my late forties. I le Mogadishu in 1980 and now live in Atlanta,
Georgia. 1 earned an MBA in the United States and knew I had to return with my
skills to help rebuild my country. But it's very difficult. Security is a huge problem,
and I miss my family and my freedom. I miss ATMs, drive-thrus, and Starbucks.
I miss Chick-Fil-A most of all.
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I was bom in war, I work in war, and I live in war. At the clinic I mainly treat gunshot
wounds and urinary tract infections. When I leave the clinic, I cover myself up, leaving only my eyes visible. I don't want al Shabaab to target me because I work for the
government. In my free time I like to get on Facebook, read Tom and Jerry comics,
and watch TV. "Prison Break" is my favorite show.
< Hussein Jiinow Afrah, 28
Sixyears ago, I became a policeman, and in that time I have been hit by three
improvised explosive devices. The shrapnel still lodged in my shoulder, testicle, and
arm causes me no end of problems. But I feel luckymany of my friends are dead.
Al Shabaab calls me from time to time to try to intimidate me and tell me to quit the
force. I think they got my number from my relatives.
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I've been the Chairman of Dharkeynley District since lggi. I believe about ninety
percent of Mogadishu is safe now from al Shahaab. The biggest security problem today
is banditry by rogue elements in the TFG and local militias. My main responsibility
currently is overseeing the K7 IDP camp in my district, where we have about ;}o,ooo
people now who have come ftom areas many hundreds of kilometers away to escape
the famine and ftghting.
Mohammad Mohmud Ali, 22, TFG soldier ^
am in the security detail of the Chairman of Dharkeynley District. The TFG pays
me $100 a month. For twenty years, I've grown up with war, but I only realized that
our country was at war when I was twelve. I have been in many battles. The worst
moment was when al Shabaab threw a grenade at me and killed many of my friends.
I work as a soldier because I want to know peace.
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