They were not Somali. They were a new plague: heavily armed poachers and militias from across the false borders, driving rusty technicals mounted with machine guns. They wanted the last of the elephants, the last of the water, the last of the dignity.
Jhargul was reborn, its people no longer fearing the sky. Yodha Afsoomali disappeared, leaving only a single verse etched in the palace:
Today, the Yodha is no longer just a man on a camel. The Somali diaspora—in Minnesota (Little Mogadishu), London, Toronto, and Nairobi—has redefined the concept.